Hello gentle reader. As I write, a bluster of wind sails snow beyond the window, the outlook for our afternoon dog walk very grim. My belly is brimful with curried cauliflower soup, a rainbow sprinkle sugar cookie, and Irish breakfast tea. Satisfied.
I enjoyed a long stretch of time when I thought not one bit about COVID-19. Thirty minutes of bliss.
We’ve spent much of the last weeks sunny weather clipping away last year’s growth, with monster piles of beyond parched plants in tidy compostable heaps, ripe seeds sprinkled delicately, eager for birds and dewy soil. The best moments, however, coming afterward, in the bath, when my skin, heady with dust and sweat, disperses sweetly into the air. What is the word for it? Not quite petrichor but just as intoxicating.
We made fine use of mushrooms with protein noodles and an omelette. I also tried my hand at no-knead donuts which were baked not fried because I don’t care for the hassle. I am known to cut sugar from just about every recipe I make, but these I followed exactly and found them seriously wanting. Darn cute, though! The hummus and pita continue to be a hit, but nothing in comparison to the Dutch baby. I used half blue corn flour for the usual all purpose and was positively delighted. The hubster, too.
Basically chugging along, with every hope for better days. How about you?
Look at that angelic face. Dogs really do bring a body closer to heaven, all infinite love and silliness. Our girl Juniper Beulah has been with us for nearly three years now (alrighty! already!), and boy howdy, does she melt our hearts on a daily basis. She’s wicked smart, adorable in her cozy clothes, wildy affectionate (give Pops a kiss!), a champion wiggle-butt, and all around cutie. One evening a week in winter, we leave her crate door open (have I ever told you that she puts herself to bed?) and she trot, trot, trots down the hall for stellar all night cuddles. There are some swift kicks (ouch!) and barky-yippy dreams, too, but, like everything good in life, it’s worth it in the end.
She is still a little fearful of the outside world, yet infinitely loyal, mostly to us, but also to her best pals Cody and Charlie, giving sweet whinny-sniffs every time we walk past their house. And oh, when we cross paths on walks, it’s a right glee fest.
Here’s to many more joy-filled years…
Lacing my sneakers while sitting on the bed. That light and the view! I bought the bust probably twenty years ago, at Three Monkeys on 23rd in Portland (I did a little search, and it’s still there. Huzzah!). People are always asking who she (he? gender fluid?) is, but I really couldn’t say. A secret to be revealed at a later date, maybe. The sea urchin candle holder, so fine in daytime, is over the top lovely when lit. My favorite photo of us on our wedding day, taken by my Uncle Ronnie. It makes me smile and revel in our Everlasting Gobstopper happiness. Indeed.
Our January gluten light reset (going all out is SO hard!) is progressing swimmingly. Curried cauliflower soup and smoked chicken thighs with a harissa honey glaze and mussels and mushrooms in a creamy white wine sauce our most recent dazzlers. Worth every bit of effort!
Had a super fun time with our nephew Jett this week! He was working locally and bunked at our place. We ate a lot and nearly drank our weight in boba tea!
These were the last photos I took of him, some seven years ago, when he was shorter than me, so it was about time we updated that situation.
He’s since graduated from high school and started work as an electrician’s apprentice. Greg and I are super proud of his accomplishments an even more so of his humanity. He’s a wonderful person with a great sense of humor. We love you, Jett!