Today we are reading about Jack Kerouac, and seeing him read on television in 1959. Our host is Comment, Critique and Criticism.
Winter is upon us. I know because I have seen a man a felt hat. Straw hats are for summer. I put up the neighbors’ canning pears in wine. I picked key limes from my own tree and bought my Samhain pumpkin.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
Kerouac and limes! How we grooved on *The Subterraneans.* I loved that story he wrote about being a fire lookout in a national park. His ecstasy about nature was so, well, cute. I guess I’m patronizing him and my younger self, but gee that was a long time ago.
Anyway, my limes are also ready. They are called Tahitian limes. I also have a so many avocadoes and pummelos (like grapefruit only larger and with tougher membranes), and we have been eating huge avocado and pummelo salads every day. Then there is the breadfruit. I made breadfruit chips and also breadfruit cooked in coconut milk yesterday. Excellent.
I love preparing and eating food from my yard.
Ah, la paix d’un beau jardin. Comment j’en ai envie asteur. Je suis encore au bureau. [Oh, the peace of a beautiful garden. How I long for that now. I am still at the office.]
And I have never read the Subterraneans, but should have spent more time generally reading good literature, and now it is a Google book …
http://books.google.com/books?id=Ws8i_mkAzekC&dq=kerouac+%22the+subterraneans%22&pg=PP1&ots=65CKSDozFv&sig=IQwyGqDPccwwEQ1DbguccC1uTkQ&prev=http://www.google.com/search%3Fq%3Dkerouac%2B%2522the%2Bsubterraneans%2522%26ie%3Dutf-8%26oe%3Dutf-8%26aq%3Dt%26rls%3Dcom.google:en-US:official%26client%3Dfirefox-a&sa=X&oi=print&ct=title&cad=one-book-with-thumbnail#PPP1,M1