First up is the emu from my dining table that I talked about last week.
Now for the Healing Soup I talked about. recipe as follows:
One chopped onion and three chopped garlic cloves sauteed in a couple tablespoons oil in large pot.
Then add six cups chicken broth, one cut up bunch of asparagus and one large bunch of broccoli cut in pieces (you can use stalks if you peel them first).
Bring to a boil and then cover and simmer for 20 minutes until veggies are soft.
Drop in two to three handfuls fresh baby spinach and stir til just cooked.
Add salt, pepper and pinch of cayenne to taste.
Use a stick blender to pulverize til smooth. This soup is really delicious and the combination of greens are hard to distinguish one from the other.
I also made a quiche with bits left over in the fridge.
And this morning I used my new waffle iron to cook two slices of seedy bread soaked in egg and milk. I had to pierce with a fork several times to get most of the liquid absorbed. Buttered my waffle iron, placed the bread slices to fit each side and cooked til golden. Then topped with butter, sour cream, and golden syrup.
Delicious!
It is a bit after two here in the states. I am supposed to be designing the cover for the new book, so will pour a white wine and get started.
So far today I was on the family call this morning and told the kids that if I need what I will call a stop-over place to pass away, I have found a nice place not too far from here. I assured them that I would not be coming north but staying where my last view will be of the mountains of western North Carolina. I told them I wanted to know that I had a place to go between here and the funeral home (where they are not necessarily waiting but know they are the last ticket purchased). I am in no hurry and have no cause to think the time is very near. But when one lives in an elderly (somewhat) community, one is much more aware of the order of things.
And with that in mind, I share one of my favorite poems from the new book….
Her Last Breath
When she drew her last breath,
it came with the smell
of strawberries.
She closed her lips and smiled
as she savored
the last one.
Okay, wine is at hand. Earlier I finished my exercises for balance and strengthening. Also treated myself to new clothes from favorite online shops and found myself enjoying the company of neighbors at the homeowners association meeting yesterday. My social skills have been taxed lately. But I am getting better. Which reminds me, did you know that there is a difference between “nice” and “kind”?
Look up kind vs nice and see the difference. My family and I agree that I am NOT nice but definitely kind. But I may have to work on being nice if I want to get my foot in the door of the nursing home that will be my stop before the funeral home. I will likely start with complimenting their choice of wallpaper and see how far that gets me.
Til next week, where my kindness just got me an invitation to a party!