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The food was heavenly. Green beans with almonds, lovely aspargus, a cranberry and citrus relish.
There was so much more, including Audrey's Artichoke Dip. This year, a blessing, there was actually left over dip that I could share with Mom and Gramma back home.
Felt bolder taking some direct faces, but still more comfortable with character studies. And such characters! My photographs took longer to post because I won't use my strobe. Too intrusive.
Giving thanks that Terry knows what he's doing with his camera.
Kitchens are a good mind set. I was thinking about how these feast days are happening as the weather chases us inside. My mind was doing a kangaroo hop. How can the season which offers us the least amount of bounty become such a huge showing of such?
Feasts are about what you have.
Eating well. I must say I have been doing a lot of that lately. The pantry isn't quite as stocked up as I'd like, but we only need three pounds of butter and two dozen eggs. That, and some sunflower seeds for the sparrows and the odd junco. This eating well, to me, means shopping often for fresh food.
My loved ones are putting up with an ever greater obsession with food than usual. On the whole, I don't think they mind. They reap the benefits. My latest experiment is going to be Terry's Mother's Stuffing using corn cereal instead of bread crumbs. I am referring to this particular wheat free conundrum as a quest. I want to eat 'regular' food. I will bow only to xanthum or guar gum as a necessary exotic.
It is my nature to think I need to bring all the world to a Captain Obvious view. It fits with my tirades about common sense. I'm not ashamed to lack in the common misnomer of sense, however exasperating this may be to my loved ones. The way I figure, inventing the wheel is the easy part. Putting it into a thousand and one common usages is a whole 'nuther thing. That takes at least a thousand and one more ideas.
Spaghetti Squash Lasagna. I made a sauce with a nod to both Gramma and Terry. She's not very fond of oregano and he's not fond of garlic. Infused oil with rosemary before I introduced onion. Stayed on the sweeter path of rosemary and basil, with just a nod toward the bolder flavors of oregano and garlic. Before anyone points out the merits of roasted garlic, lemme just say I have to use what I have. Kind of a rule with me. What I have is a jar full of minced garlic.
Gramma wanted to know what kind of cheese I used. "Parmesan, goat, cottage, feta and mozzarella."
Yup, ahhh, this is me re-inventing the wheel in the form of gluten free.
Avoiding wheat. And me a foodie. This whole thing came to a head shannon after the Cleveland trip. Up til then I was fooling around with the holistic idea. Had a free yoga type lesson with a teacher that sucked. Hate to bring it up because she was so clearly happy with her life-style, but she as a teacher. . .She had her eyes closed while she was 'instucting' us. She didn't even notice that Terry sat down after five minutes. Then I had a free acupuncture session. Oh, weee, why am I counting pennies for more of that stuff? If you have something hurting, get thee to an acupuncturist. After a road trip to Cleveland with Shannon and seeing a pulse-reading herbalist, I came home clutching a paper bag full of 'tea.'
Figured out Wednesday night was really our fourth date, but call me a sensationalist. We started out downtown getting Terry's lovely locks cut. He also got his beard trimmed. We went to Toni & Guys. They did an excellent job, but I didn't realize it would take most of two hours.
Our big date was Blue Man Group at the Warner. We've been wanting to see them for ten years after seeing them as a fund raiser for PBS. They were so cool, we bought the CD. Before we moved to Erie, we lived in a mobile home in Worthington, PA. One night I came home after work to find our home ROCKIN'! Terry was inside with my neighbor Treesey and her two kids, Chance and Jenna. They had Blue Man cranked. I rushed into the kitchen and pulled out pots, pans, lids, anything that could make noise. We clanged, sang, danced, shouted, laughed. One of the best homecomings I've ever had.
I've come up with a definition of cooking slow. Slow, in my world means shopping within walking distance.
Oi! First Terry's page with his digital art disappeared and now I am having trouble with the internet speed out in the Snug. Can't upload any photographs without freezing. Tried to print some photographs and the printer jams on the photo paper. The heck with technology, I decided to walk to the grocery store. I would indulge myself by shopping alone for food. Got my walk, but Terry surprised me by bringing the car early so he could help. Both he and Gramma use the cart to stay upright. I spend my time filling my arms with food, then searching for the cart.
Terry is still experimenting with our new lights. He wants the distances down to a science before we talk to the Sandbar. I'm going to walk away from this durn-blasted computer and go play with my husband. How's that for some good lemonade?
If you don't dream they can't come true