The local strawberries have been in at our local WFM. I have a hard time eating strawberries but cannot resist when the local wild strawberries come in. Twice in the past week I have brought home quarts of the little jewel-like berries. One night I whipped up homemade biscuits, vanilla whipped cream and macerated the strawberries with a little sugar and a drop of balsamic vinegar. That was dinner that night.
I love when summer gets to the East Coast but not the flipping humidity that we have had lately. I look forward every year to the farmer's markets for easy dinners and this weekend I managed to get a patio set for the deck which I spent yesterday putting together. Of course today it is raining with heavy humidity here so not a day for deck sitting. I am looking forward to the weather breaking and the many days ahead.
My health has been rough the past two weeks. I am pretty dehydrated and not doing so well so it's a good day to be indoors. Thank god for Netflix and library books.
Since I tend to get discouraged when I am really sick I am thinking about these lyrics today:
There will always be stars in the wind
Little lines on your face when you grin
When it looks like you've done it again
And you just don't know where to begin
There will always be something to believe in
Hope your part of the world is alittle brighter than mine...
Monday, June 23, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Seventh Circle of Hell
Here's a typical day in Megland:
Get up, make coffee, change clothes 14 times until you wind up looking like an out of work crack addict. Check the bus schedule and pick the bus you need to be on to make your appointment. Leave the house for the bus in the pouring rain. Soaked completely through you remember that your cell phone, which you most definitely will need today, is upstairs in the house. Go back to get it, miss the bus. Call the town cab company, wait for cab.
Oh wait - a brief respite when a friend calls to chat.
Cab comes and off you go. Get to T station, miss the train. Wait in the rain for the next one. Make it downtown just in time for the really heavy rain to hit so run over to your destination - getting soaked again. Wait around while the person you need to help you is goofing off - finally get what you came there for and leave for your appointment. No good way to get there so down in the rain you go - dripping wet and freezing cold at this point.
You're early so you get a cup of coffee and because your weight will be checked and you haven't eaten solid food in days you get a muffin which you eat only the top off of. Go to your appointment where they check your weight and your b/p - both are elevated. Doctor says you must be doing better your weight is up today and you think "no it's up because i am retaining water like the Grand Coolie Dam" but you let it go because why argue the point.... Get prescribed some new medication, have a discussion about mood and finally get out of there. Stop for monthly b12 injection on the way out - thank god that's over with for another month.
Walk in the rain back up the street to meet daughter and husband, buy dinner, get prescription filled, pick out library books. Cram onto the rush hour train with bags, once again dripping wet and miserable.
Finally make it home, get dinner going and feel glad that you made it through the day.
Until you go in the bathroom and realize that the one medication that you needed to get the refill for from your doctor is the one you didn't get.....
Get up, make coffee, change clothes 14 times until you wind up looking like an out of work crack addict. Check the bus schedule and pick the bus you need to be on to make your appointment. Leave the house for the bus in the pouring rain. Soaked completely through you remember that your cell phone, which you most definitely will need today, is upstairs in the house. Go back to get it, miss the bus. Call the town cab company, wait for cab.
Oh wait - a brief respite when a friend calls to chat.
Cab comes and off you go. Get to T station, miss the train. Wait in the rain for the next one. Make it downtown just in time for the really heavy rain to hit so run over to your destination - getting soaked again. Wait around while the person you need to help you is goofing off - finally get what you came there for and leave for your appointment. No good way to get there so down in the rain you go - dripping wet and freezing cold at this point.
You're early so you get a cup of coffee and because your weight will be checked and you haven't eaten solid food in days you get a muffin which you eat only the top off of. Go to your appointment where they check your weight and your b/p - both are elevated. Doctor says you must be doing better your weight is up today and you think "no it's up because i am retaining water like the Grand Coolie Dam" but you let it go because why argue the point.... Get prescribed some new medication, have a discussion about mood and finally get out of there. Stop for monthly b12 injection on the way out - thank god that's over with for another month.
Walk in the rain back up the street to meet daughter and husband, buy dinner, get prescription filled, pick out library books. Cram onto the rush hour train with bags, once again dripping wet and miserable.
Finally make it home, get dinner going and feel glad that you made it through the day.
Until you go in the bathroom and realize that the one medication that you needed to get the refill for from your doctor is the one you didn't get.....
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Sunny Summer Day
Just finished reading a great book - Julie and Julia about a woman who spends a year cooking every single recipe in Mastering the Art of French Cooking and blogging about it. It has aroused in me a desire to spend more time cooking at a time when our apartment becomes an inferno.
Today it's 80 degrees out and I have the a/c on for the first time. I didn't spend any time out on the deck this morning as I like to do choosing instead to read and listen to smooth jazz. It's been a great day for just rocking and reading.
Now I find myself with my mother's battered copy of Mastering The Art of French Cooking wondering if I should begin to cook from it myself. I love to cook, it calms and soothes me like nothing else can and french cuisine is comfort food. I know that I won't cook all the recipes (there are some things I just will not eat even though I am a hard core foodie) and I probably will go at it in my own manner and time but I think I could find some peace in spending the summer with some great food and wine.
Today it's 80 degrees out and I have the a/c on for the first time. I didn't spend any time out on the deck this morning as I like to do choosing instead to read and listen to smooth jazz. It's been a great day for just rocking and reading.
Now I find myself with my mother's battered copy of Mastering The Art of French Cooking wondering if I should begin to cook from it myself. I love to cook, it calms and soothes me like nothing else can and french cuisine is comfort food. I know that I won't cook all the recipes (there are some things I just will not eat even though I am a hard core foodie) and I probably will go at it in my own manner and time but I think I could find some peace in spending the summer with some great food and wine.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Another Sunday - First of June
Last year at this time I was in Phoenix staying with friends. This year I am staying put here by the ocean and remembering a friend who has passed away.
What has changed this year?
Some things are different now - I am older, weaker but many good things stay the same - great place to live, many friends, family.
Today was a bright sunny day and I spent it out on the deck. I tanned, drank way too much iced coffee and relaxed. I read the paper for awhile but I find the news depresses me so I don't read very much. I am reading a book called Julie and Julia about a woman who spends a year cooking every recipe in Mastering the Art of French Cooking. I am enjoying this book.
Tonight I mixed up some shrimp salad that I stuffed into grilled hot dog rolls and cut up fresh strawberries that I ate with a slice of ricotta pie. The ricotta pie was my birthday cake this year.
A good day - I don't get many of these but today I will keep.
What has changed this year?
Some things are different now - I am older, weaker but many good things stay the same - great place to live, many friends, family.
Today was a bright sunny day and I spent it out on the deck. I tanned, drank way too much iced coffee and relaxed. I read the paper for awhile but I find the news depresses me so I don't read very much. I am reading a book called Julie and Julia about a woman who spends a year cooking every recipe in Mastering the Art of French Cooking. I am enjoying this book.
Tonight I mixed up some shrimp salad that I stuffed into grilled hot dog rolls and cut up fresh strawberries that I ate with a slice of ricotta pie. The ricotta pie was my birthday cake this year.
A good day - I don't get many of these but today I will keep.
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