“I married the first man I ever kissed. When I tell this to my children, they just about throw up.” Barbara Bush
Come on now, “spill the beans.”
We want to hear about the first time you planted some sugar on somebody.
You know, your first kiss. Kiss and tell!
How old were you? Who did you kiss? What was it like?
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Oh mine? You want to hear the story of my first kiss?
Sorry, Charlie, that’s not a story I can tell. But it’s not because I don’t want to. The sad truth is that I don’t remember my first kiss. Can you believe it? Who doesn’t remember such a thing? I’ve searched my mental notes time and time again and always come up empty. I have no idea.
So when I hear James Taylor sing these words:
“First kiss ever I took, like a page from a romance book, the sky opened and the earth shook…..”
I feel rather…um…left out. Really? Is that the way it really is? I remember my first best friend, my first piano recital, my first communion, my first crush, my first car, my first love, my first pet, my first heartbreak. But my first kiss? I get nothing.
Now, my wedding kiss was exactly like James describes. The sky opened; the earth shook; everything else disappeared; time stopped; fire. I’m pretty sure some of my older aunts were getting a bit uncomfortable. I can hear them whispering now, “Oh dear, oh my…..”
It was fire in more ways than one. I walked down the aisle with an Atomic Fire Ball in my mouth.
Yes, Friends, my cheek was fat on one side from having a large ball of red hot, long-lasting candy in my mouth. I’ve been an Atomic Fire Ball fan forever. (If you don’t know what a Fire Ball is, check this out: http://www.ferrarapan.com/html/fb_history.html .) Fire Balls are so spicy that I usually have to take them out of my mouth and hold them in my fingers for a few seconds to cool off. Which leds to sticky, red fingers.
Well, having an Atomic Fire Ball in my mouth as I walked down the aisle proved to be poor planning indeed. My sweet Daddy didn’t notice at the time, or he surely would have made me spit it out. (I wish I could remember whom to thank for that….probably my friend and bridesmaid, Lisa.) But once I made it down the aisle, I was relieved. Surely I’d find an opportunity to do something with this candy in my mouth. I stood next to my soon-to-be-better-half, and I passed that fire ball from cheek to cheek, side to side, trying to come up with a plan. What on earth was I going to do with it now? If I could discreetly drop this red, sticky candy ball into my hand, then I could…what? As I stood there and pondered, the Atomic Fire Ball would heat up beyond anything I could take, I’d drop my jaw slightly, open my mouth, and suck in some cool air.
My back was to the guests—thank goodness. I was glad no one could see my dilemma. No one could see except, as it turns out, the videographer. It’s a very comedic wedding tape indeed.
I’m happy to report that right before the kiss, I successfully sucked that candy ball soft enough to bite into it, chew it up real fast, and swallow it. Whew. Maybe that’s what took my husband and me so long on the “you may kiss” part. Maybe that’s why the wedding smack-a-roo was so fire-y. No, it wasn’t the Fire Ball. And it wasn’t me, the one who can’t even remember her first kiss. It was him. Hottie. And he’s still a fire-y sugar-planter.
One of my friends told me that ours was the best kiss she’d ever witnessed. I’m not actually sure how anyone saw anything beyond my very large hair. Very. Large. You noticed it? Well, it was 1991, in the south, what can I say? I still had my ‘80’s hair going. In fact if it weren’t for my friend and hair stylist, I’d probably still have it. Because I like it that much. I liked it then; I like it now.
But shall we move on? On to planting a different kind of sugar. Here’s one I can “spill the beans” about. This weekend I planted my Sugar Snap Peas. Finally! I got them in the ground! I really needed to do this about 10 days earlier, but I just didn’t have the time. It’s a challenge here in Georgia for the Sugar Snaps to mature and be harvested prior to the hot weather coming in. The heat just dries them up completely. Mid-February is usually my goal.
I planted Botanical Interests seeds, which continues to be one of my favorite suppliers.
I like that they are a small, family run business. And I like their seed packets: they are pretty with a beautiful hand-drawn illustrations. I can also find them locally, without having to deal with shipping.
I asked for inoculant; the fellow went to the back room and came out with a small bag for me. I was in a hurry and headed home with my seeds and inoculant.
That night I glanced at the label. What kind of junk is this? Warnings like you wouldn’t believe. They’re especially concerned about our children, eyes, and lungs coming in contact with it. No thanks. Instead I just soaked the peas in water for 24 hours before I planted them.
Since then I’ve had the chance to look up inoculants and have learned that they contain bacteria, not chemicals. I had a knee-jerk reaction to the warnings. If I had ordered from a reliable organic company, I would have felt more secure about using it without much knowledge. (Here’s some you can count on: http://www.johnnyseeds.com/p-6688-pea-lentil-and-vetch-inoculant-og.aspx.) So, given the chance to “do over,” I’d use them. In fact, I need to look it up and see if it is too late to simply add some to the soil. Apparently the rhyzobia bacteria that inoculents contain fix the nitrogen in the soil for the peas and beans require. As a result, the plants are healthier and more productive. Ah well.
My lower “real” garden is not ready at all. I don’t have a fence; my small tiller won’t start. So I planted a small bed of Sugar Snaps up by the house, in the patch I usually use for greens. I used only a rake and a hoe.
I always put a rock at the beginning of the row to remind me where the row is.
Otherwise, it never fails that I wind up stepping on my newly planted seeds.
It is only about 8 feet by 4 feet. And it’s in a terrible spot for a garden, being on a slope. I bought some stones to stop the run-off. And then, I added some firewood sticks to help. Pretty? I guess not. Practical? Yes. Inexpensive? You betcha. Easy to do? Yeppers. And just wait until you see what I’ll be able to grow there. It gets morning sun and afternoon sun until about 5 pm, so there’s plenty of light.
Because I don’t have much space there, I ignored the spacing directions. I’m thinking if I have an adequate support system for them, then they’ll do fine.
Which brings me to the support system. What do you usually use for your peas and beans? I’m trying to decide now. I don’t want to use a cage since it is right beside the house. I’d like to use something a but more attractive. I really like the look of those bamboo tee-pees, and am thinking about trying to build some before the peas grow much.
Which beings me to another kind of support system. Planting wishes. I’ve always believed, like Kramer, that birthday candle wishes come true. My daughter has had a tough year, so I decided to offer her a wish a day.
On the table I put a purple (her favorite color) taper candle, sitting in a special wooden candle stick that my Daddy made. Every morning, I light it before she comes down for breakfast. Then before she heads off to school, she makes a wish and blows out the candle.
Do non-birthday candle wishes come true? This morning, while she was brushing her teeth, I lit that candle again for me. I made my wish and blew it out.
And I’ll make a wish especially for you tomorrow if you tell me what to wish for.
(And just in case the candle doesn’t work, I’m growing some dandelions, so you’re covered….)
Now, don’t hurry off before you tell us about your first kiss!
Until next time, Friends, savor the flavor of life!
Lots of love, The City Farmgirl, Rebekah