Letters of Introduction
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
My friend Sifeta in Bosnia is raising chicks ...
We have been emailing each other; her son often comes to visit her on the weekends, and that's when she can get onto the internet.
I wanted to know what $30 Canadian (which is approximately what my monthly sponsorship to Women for Women International is) would buy in Bosnia. Here is her recent letter, which she has probably translated into English with Google Translator. The translation leaves a lot to be desired, but we make do:
My chickens will not lay eggs but vendors place, this chickens for meat production. I purchase them for our table. We will send you a photo and chickens.
I hope Snjezna Olli will be terrible. When we were HLAN, in mountainous areas is missing electricity, fallen logs, covered roads, the people with no real food supplies and fuel, and medicines like it lasted 20 days, terrible. On the rain falls on 3 degrees Celsius.
I received $ 10 and replace them when the Bosnian currency get 14 km.
25 kg of flour is 18 km in the fall was 27 km. Liltar edible oil is 3 km, 5 kg sugar 10MK, 0.5 kg of coffee 6km (here is the custom to serve guests coffee, the first part of the tradition of the Ottoman Empire who were here about 500 years from 1463 years up to 1889 years when the Austro-specific terms and expressions annexed to our country). Diesel Fuel 2.5 KM to 1 liter. Let me make a pie for lunch while my son was there to be pocastim.
Zelim that you be comfortable at work and that doprineses repair your home. I see that you go to visit her father, sister and friend, and if you do not know them because they convey greetings with us is customary if you were a friend. Now you priatelji and its closest. Before the war the relationship between people is a lot better over the potovali, visited and hung out, now it Nenek net and I was missing.
Lots of greetings from Bosnia Sifet and her family
Want to see the original? If you're one of my many Bosnian readers (ha!! Sifeta, you are the only one!), you may be able to give me the English word for those in bold above.
Moji pilici nece nositi jaja nego dace mesto, ovo pilici za proizvodnju mesa. nabavla sam ih za nas stol. Poslacemo vam i foto pilica. Nadam se da snjezna olija nece biti strasna. Kod nas je bilo hlano, u planinskim predjelima je nestalo elektricne energije, pali stubovi, putevi zatrpani, narod bez prave zalihe hrane i ogreva ko i lijekova, to je trajalo 20 dana, uzasno. Dana kisa pada na 3 stupnja celziusa.
Ja sam dobijala 10 dolara i kada ih zamijenim za Bosansku valutu dobijem 14 KM. 25 kg brasna je 18 KM a na jesen je bilo 27 KM. Liltar jestivog ulja je 3 KM, secer 25 kg brasna je 18 KM a na jesen je bilo 27 KM. Liltar jestivog ulja je 3 KM, secer 5kg 10MK, kafa 0,5 kg 6KM(kod nas je obicaj da gostima prvo posluzimo kafu, dio tradicije iz turskog carstva koji su ovdje bili oko 500 godina od 1463godine pa do 1889godina kada je Austro-Ugraska izvrsila aneksiju na nasu zemlju). Gorivo dizel 2,5 KM za 1 litar. Sada cu praviti pitu za rucak dok mi je sin tu da se pocastimZelim da ti bude ugodno na poslu i da doprineses popravci vaseg doma. Vidim da ides u posjetu ocu, sestri i prijatelju i ako ih ne poznajem prenesi pozdrave jer kod nas je obicaj ako ti je neko prijatelj odmah Ja sam dobijala 10 dolara i kada ih zamijenim za Bosansku valutu dobijem 14 KM. 25 kg brasna je 18 KM a na jesen je bilo 27 KM. Liltar jestivog ulja je 3 KM, secer 5kg 10MK, kafa 0,5 kg 6KM(kod nas je obicaj da gostima prvo posluzimo kafu, dio tradicije iz turskog carstva koji su ovdje bili oko 500 godina od 1463godine pa do 1889godina kada je Austro-Ugraska izvrsila aneksiju na nasu zemlju). Gorivo dizel 2,5 KM za 1 litar. Sada cu praviti pitu za rucak dok mi je sin tu da se pocastimZelim 5kg 10MK, kafa 0,5 kg 6KM(kod nas je obicaj da gostima prvo posluzimo kafu, dio tradicije iz turskog carstva koji su ovdje bili oko 500 godina od 1463godine pa do 1889godina kada je Austro-Ugraska iz5kg 10MK, kafa 0,5 kg 6KM(kod nas je obicaj da gostima prvo posluzimo kafu, dio tradicije iz turskog carstva koji su ovdje bili oko 500 godina od 1463godine pa do 1889godina kada je Austro-Ugraska izvrsila aneksiju na nasu zemlju). Gorivo dizel 2,5 KM za 1 litar. Sada cu praviti pitu za rucak dok mi je sin tu da se pocastimZelim da ti bude ugodno na poslu i da doprineses popravci vaseg doma. Vidim da ides u posjetu ocu, sestri i prijatelju i ako ih ne poznajem prenesi pozdrave jer kod nas je obicaj ako ti je neko prijatelj odmah su ti priatelji i negov1889godina kada je Austro-Ugraska izvrsila aneksiju na nasu zemlju). Gorivo dizel 2,5 KM za 1 litar. Sada cu praviti pitu za rucak dok mi je sin tu da se pocastimZelim da ti bude ugodno na poslu i da doprineses popravci vaseg doma. Vidim da ides u posjetu ocu, sestri i prijatelju i ako ih ne poznajem prenesi pozdrave jer kod nas je obicaj ako ti je neko prijatelj odmah su ti priatelji i negovi najblizi. Do prije rata odnos medju ljudima je bio puno bolji vise se potovali, posjecivali i druzili, sada je to neneko netalo a meni nedostaje.
Puno pozdrava iz Bosne od Sifeta i njene porodice
(Joanne, I made the photo small. Does it make any difference on your screen?)
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 10:52 PM
Monday, February 27, 2012
Somewhere in the area, a fuse had blown and a deep freeze full of meat was partially thawed by the time it was discovered. The owners didn't want to risk eating it, so Scott brought it home for our dogs and cats. He has been parceling it out to them every morning for most of the winter; you know, even a little bit of "real" food means they have a much smaller-than-expected appetite for that commercial dry dog food they're usually stuck with.
I tossed a raw bone to Jenna, shown above, shortly before heading down the road for my daily walk. She wasn't leaving it behind for the magpies to pick at, though; she carried it the entire three miles.
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 8:54 PM
Sunday, February 26, 2012
When winter came, I soon stopped wearing my eyeglasses — the ones for seeing distant things clearly — when I went walking. It took a while to make up my mind to do it, since I didn't want to miss any wild animals that might happen by. But when you've got a scarf pulled halfway up your face and your warm breath escapes it, the lenses of your glasses fog up and they do you no good anyway.
On the other hand, if you don't wear them you see strange animals way out in the field. Some of them are walruses.
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 11:07 PM
Saturday, February 25, 2012
|What $185 worth of groceries and $50 worth of wine and beer look like|
Who needs a day off, anyway?
I started working shortly after my first cup of coffee and have been at it off and on all day. But mostly on, besides doing dishes a couple times and stopping to make a fried egg sandwich for lunch, and eating sausage & sauerkraut leftovers Scott brought back from his grandma’s for supper.
I worked 8 hours today; more than I do on a regular weekday. Went out for some fresh air but it was cold so I didn’t walk, just took water for the dog and cats out to the heated bowl at the tractor shed, filled a birdfeeder with sunflower seeds, grabbed some meat from the deep freeze in the quonset and came in again.
Tried to get Emil to make cookies with me but he wasn’t interested so I just worked. He was the dj, playing CDs by Jane Siberry and Bruce Cockburn for the two of us to listen to. He loves his music, and moreso when he chooses the playlist and I'll listen with him.
I'm looking forward to Cathy coming out from the city tomorrow but there’s supposed to be a storm in the province this weekend so she may decide to keep off the highway. I’ll have to call her and see what’s happening in the city; it's all clear here so far. Cath, those two bottles of wine are for tomorrow night! Hope you make it.
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 8:11 PM
Friday, February 24, 2012
|Birdie, not yet one year old|
Up early, half an hour on the couch with my coffee already, getting the cobwebs out of my head. Trevor A. has just walked in the door and is at the kitchen table with Scott, totting up hours for pay, so I’ve retreated to the office in my housecoat, bedhead and all. With a fuzzy blanket over my lap, I’m cosy in here. I’m actually gungho to get to work, but making myself take time to do some personal stuff first.
And by 8:16 I’m eating a fried egg sandwich on a bun and working!
Usually I'm just starting my office hours, but today I've already got my allotted amount of Friday work finished and will, after taking a break to walk and stretch my muscles, sit back down here and work a few hours ahead. It's good to be ahead of the game!
The forecast is for a snowstorm that includes this part of the province, which means I might get a lot of time in over the weekend as well. The disappointment might be that Cathy R won't be able to come out Sunday afternoon as planned if the roads get too crazy.
Have you seen this TED talk? It's called Can We Eat to Starve Cancer? Watch it online. Well worth a look.
It's cold out there today, I don't want to go............!!!!! And I have to eat something first. It's easy to forget to eat, and foolish.
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 1:14 PM
Thursday, February 23, 2012
You'd never guess, looking at these photos, that they were taken on one of the most beautiful days. The temperature was mild and there was no wind; the air felt soft and welcoming.
|South. Whaddayamean, treeless?|
I set office hours for myself, to encourage focus and discourage distractions. They change with the seasons. In the summer I start at 10 a.m. and go till 2:30, remaining indoors during the hottest hours of the day except for 10-minute breaks after every hour to go out to the garden and hoe up weeds.
This winter I decided to try keeping away from the computer during the mornings, working only in the afternoons. This past week I’ve adjusted my schedule a little, allowing myself to put in an hour or two in the morning as long as I’ve done other things first — like eating, washing up (myself and the kitchen), brushing my teeth. Otherwise I can easily get caught up here all morning and still be in my housecoat at noon.
To avoid that, I actually set the timer on the stove before I sit down here, to make sure I get up and move around often and don’t let the blood pool in my ass.
Between timed hours I’ve begun in the mornings to pick up the bass and strum it for a few minutes to get my fingers callused up again. I’ve never been able to play and sing at the same time, as I can do with the piano, but suddenly I can croon along with a bass run … woo hoo! How fun is that! It seemed to happen by itself, after all these years, like an unexpected gift.
Later in the day I’ve also started setting the timer for 15-minute increments of working instead of waiting till I’ve got an uninterrupted hour to log in time. Got this idea from The Happiness Project, whose author suggested it as a perfectly good way to get things done. And she is right. Last night while making supper and then waiting for Scott to be ready to go to his mom and dad’s, I got 6 of those little increments in. They add up.
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 9:23 AM
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
|Emil gets his fresh air and exercise on a weekend afternoon.|
He said something notable when he was here, leaning over my chair talking with some urgency, and I thought "I should write this down so I don't forget." But sure as hell, I've forgotten.
Not feeling right this morning. My neck’s out. Have eaten, washed and dressed, and will sit here for a half-hour and see what happens. Sometimes the neck thing just disappears on its own. If not, I’ll take a pill before it gets worse.
Anti-inflammatory (check), gravol pill (check), busy working on film articles today: Cairo Time, actor Shawn Doyle, stuntman Russell Saunders, sisters Jennifer & Meg Tilly.
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 10:18 AM
Monday, February 20, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
I would have captioned that photo "Jealous, Everett?" except that his stomach would turn at the sight of yogurt on a pancake. He could handle the syrup, but that would be it.
Funny who you think of, and why. We're out of maple syrup so I cooked up a quick sauce with brown sugar and water, which made me think of Luanne, who gave me the idea back in the day; and while eating that delicious breakfast (thought I'd taken too much but no, I managed the whole thing! Scott would be proud of me), I thought "I'll give her a call later." Well, it's later and I still haven't. I worked three hours and went for a walk and now have to come up with something for supper.
Or we could just stick the rest of these pancakes into the toaster:
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 5:37 PM
Saturday, February 18, 2012
I am so lazy! I have washed and dried dishes, eaten a breakfast of eggs and toast with Emil, and sat for at least two hours here at the computer, logging two banking hours and then catching up on a bit of email and such. And now it's time to go out for my walk, and it looks like a beautiful day, and I don’t want to go! Silly. I think it’s because I get bored out there sometimes.
There's been a moose out behind my frozen flower garden next to the house. It crossed the road and went through the ditch. I didn't see it — the dog barked up a storm — but I found its tracks, that's how I know:
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 2:21 PM
Friday, February 17, 2012
|23 yrs ago: Grandpa Emil, me, Baby Emil, and Mom|
While Lyndsie lost her beloved grandpa today, I have been thinking of mine because it is his birthday. He’s been gone for many years now, about 17, but I remember his passing and the days around it as if they were yesterday.
First there was the phone call to my home in Alberta, where Mom and Dad happened to be visiting us for a few days. Dad might have done some golfing with friends, as it was in the spring, and Mom would have spent many hours on her knees pulling things out of the kids’ closets to send to the dump. She liked to keep busy when she wasn’t playing with the boys or giving them ice cream (and having some herself), and I was grateful to her for the help sloughing out the unused and no longer necessary junk. I was also relieved that I always had a chance to go through the boxes before they left the house in case there was anything I didn’t want to part with.
Mom took the call from family back in our home town, with the news that Grandpa was in the hospital on life support and that they thought they should do what he would have wanted, which was to let him go, and they needed to ask whether she agreed. As the eldest of the four siblings, her opinion carried weight. (As well it should! Do you hear me, my younger brother and sisters?! I should also inherit the family title and estate. I’m the eldest. You guys can go into the clergy, the army, and the navy.)
I remember Mom hanging up the telephone, visibly shocked and upset, and Dad putting his arms around her there in the dining room while she wiped her nose and eyes with a kleenex. I remember him holding her and saying gently, “It had to happen sometime.”
That seemed a heartless thing to say — but now I know it was the most comforting thing he could have said, because somehow the matter-of-factness of it moves you from — Oh my god this is the worst tragedy ever I can’t stand it! — to — This is a natural part of life, don’t freak out.
So instead of feeling like you’re in a horror movie, you shift closer to a sense of acceptance, which is exactly what helps you get through. The situation still hurts, but you can cope, you don’t have to fall apart completely. My dad’s a smart one. Practical as hell.
And 10 years later, when Mom herself was dying and afterward, I often reminded myself of his words because although her death was a tragic loss for those of us who loved her dearly, I couldn’t afford to think of it as a tragedy or I wouldn’t be of any use to anyone else — they’d end up looking after me. (As was almost the case in the first weeks following Mom’s diagnosis of stage 4 terminal cancer; I wept till my eyes swelled shut for a week, didn’t sleep, developed hives on my arms that near to drove me insane with itching, couldn’t manage simple medication and had to have Scott dole it out to me, couldn’t make simple decisions like what to make for supper; it was weird. I thought I was a centred, sensible gal, yet I … fell apart.)
Eventually I looked out from my own pain, and around at all the other people in the world living through the illness and loss of loved ones, and realized this wasn’t only happening to my family and our loved one; that death was part of the human condition, nothing out of the ordinary, although it felt like a disaster.
It also helps (helps me -- maybe not you) to think of it as change, not loss.
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 7:33 PM
Thursday, February 16, 2012
|House for a Cat|
Joanne P, your cat house awaits!
The inside height of the door (just to give you an idea of the size of the wee building) is 12 inches.
The house, built of scrap lumber, is shingled, insulated, and carpeted.
The retired gentleman in town who builds them sells them for $40. That doesn't even reimburse him fully for his labour, so these little houses for your outside cats are a steal of a deal.
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 9:48 AM
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
|So much for hearts and flowers ...|
I'm all about recycling, so repurposing a birthday card to suit the occasion is fine with me. I like this kind of resourcefulness, especially when it comes to cards that disappear into neverneverland after they've been seen yet are so hard on our precious and disappearing trees.
Inside the card, which Scott left on my desk this morning while I was still asleep before he went to work, there are a dozen graphic depictions of various sexual activities.
I made a bright red checkmark beside each one and set the card near the phone, where he will see it as soon as he gets home.
Meanwhile, I've got these to do:
and then will sit back down here and spend the afternoon working, before throwing together something for supper.
And how are YOU spending Valentine's Day?
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 12:29 PM
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
|There were sundogs yesterday; thought they meant the weather was to change.|
It still seems plenty cold out there, but the kittens were sunning themselves this morning so it can't be so bad:
My uncle Neil is coming to pick up Emil and me to spend the afternoon at his place. Two of my cousins are going to be there with their kids, and I haven't licensed my minivan since the plates ran out last month. Thought I could get away without it for a while, considering Scott has two vehicles; however, his work truck has broken down and the other one is never available, so it looks like I'll be off to the Saskatchewan Government Insurance office one of these days to lay down my cash.
It's not that I've felt stranded; I don't often go anywhere other than my weekly run to town for groceries, laundry, and Emil, and I'm just as happy to stay home, to be honest. Nevertheless, in spite of letting the laundry pile up so I didn't need to take it in, I've relied on Scott to stop at the store when he's near it, and to bring Emil out on Fridays and take him back on Sundays for the past month, and this cannot continue.
In other news, my cousin Oscar has had his final c.t. scan after the past year of interfuron followup treatment after his surgery for melanoma, and the chemo and radiation he endured, and he is cancer free. Yippee!!!! He and his family have been through a year from hell. Even so, he is one of the lucky ones.
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 12:37 PM
Friday, February 10, 2012
|Brekky, complete with vities|
A hearty oatmeal breakfast with black coffee should fuel me up for a walk in this weather. Right?
(By the way, that's whole flax in the oatmeal, not ants; but it could be ants if I had the nerve to eat insects, because I'm catch-and-releasing about two off the kitchen counter every day. And feeling guilty about throwing them outside to freeze; but squishing them is something I can't do, it would give me the heebie-jeebies. Out they go, after being caught under an overturned glass, with a postcard slid under the opening, because what else am I gonna do, let 'em run riot in the house for the rest of the winter?)
Just sitting down to work for the afternoon, but here's a photo my sister Karen sent moments ago, taken from her kitchen window:
|Click to enlarge. Great horned owl?|
She doesn't dare let either of her two little Yorkies outside to do their business!
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 11:22 AM
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
|Emil and I went for supper together before I dropped him off on Sunday|
The other day I received one of those joke/forward emails that listed anecdotes about times people have been embarrassed by things they or their kids have said. Which reminded me:
Last summer when I picked Emil up from Camp Easter Seal at Manitou Beach I stopped at this little café on the main street where I always hope to get a slice of their to-die-for pecan pie. They had run out of it and suggested I return the following week, so I replied "Oh, I only come once a year!"
Yeah. We all pretended they weren't thinking "Oh, you poor girl."
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 1:38 PM
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
A bolt and a blowout. This tire was going, one way or the other. I was a mile from home when it did.
Is the universe trying to tell me something?
I swear, in recent years I've had a flat tire every other week. This one was on my mother-in-law's vehicle, which I was driving.
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 5:12 PM
Monday, February 6, 2012
The dog is barking right behind the house and I hop up on the single bed behind my desk to look out the window, letting my eyes follow in the direction Jenna's nose is pointing. The most beautiful coyote is standing in the trees next to my flower garden, and I, thrilled, turn away to reach for the camera. By the time I'm back at the window, only seconds later, Jenna Doodle has entered the bush after the coyote, and instead of running it comes after her! Only my voice hollering through the hurriedly opened window — "You get out of here! GIT!" — scares it off, and it trots through the trees, toward the road, and is out of sight. Jenna is still barking 15 minutes later, pissed off at the coyote's audacity, though the intruder is no longer visible to me.
Ooh the excitement!
Obviously when she's barking, there's a good reason, though we don't always get to see what it is. It happens every night; I guess the coyotes are here, hoping to catch one of our cats hunting in trees around the yard. We haven't seen the mother cat for a few weeks now, nor a particular one of her kittens in recent days even though they usually stick close to the safety of the tractor shed. Darn it. And heaven forbid a fox or coyote nabs Ducky Doodle if he runs out to the road at night, let out to do his before-bed business, thinking he's a fierce big fella. Guess I'll have to slip into my boots and go out at the same time; if I wait on the step, he's unlikely to go far.
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 12:34 PM
Sunday, February 5, 2012
|Handy little chair I picked up for $1 at a garage sale last summer|
Sure, I'm the only one who sits on it to put my boots on. For anyone taller, it's too close to the ground. It's also light and easy to move around, but good and solid.
One day last week I tucked Aunt Jean's transistor radio into the pocket of my jacket when I went walking. Quirks and Quarks was on — it's a science program on CBC — and they were having a segment called "Your Brain on Meditation" that I wanted to hear.
They've finally done enough scientific study to prove what the gurus have been telling us for many years: meditation helps fight depression, stress, addictions, and may even help us avoid such brain diseases as Alzheimer's. Meditation physically changes your brain, and the effects of such change are not restricted to the moments spent in actual meditation. The change is long-lasting.
Also, meditation doesn't require hours of chanting while sitting cross-legged on the floor. It can be as simple as sitting quietly and focusing on your breathing for just a few minutes a day.
You can listen to the show by clicking here: Your Brain on Meditation.
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 3:44 PM
Saturday, February 4, 2012
|Shadows of me and dogs|
(Dad, you were asking how much snow we've got.)
The birds are already displaying courtship behaviour, which is when they flit around showing off to each other and don't notice there's a window in their way.
Gorgeous days for walking, though.
The RM has made these snow ridges in the field to help keep the roads from blowing in. Not that there's been any danger of that so far this winter.
It's nearly one o'clock. Perhaps I should get dressed and think about what I'm going to do for the rest of the day. Have polished off several cups of black coffee and eaten toast with peanut butter. Emil slept in, too, and had a bowl or two of puffed wheat cereal for brunch. An hour ago Scott headed up north with his parents to visit his sister near Flin Flon so it's just me and my boy, who says he's happy to get me all to himself for a change. As if the two of us aren't usually here alone while Scott's off working somewhere, even on the weekends.
I was up late last night, watching TV. There was a one-hour program called A History of Scotland, and then I watched Marketplace, and then a Hercules Poirot mystery.
There's no Scottish blood in my ancestry that I'm aware of, but I still find myself drawn to the history of Scotland, as I am to that of England and Ireland. Perhaps there is Scots somewhere in the genes from way far back; who knows, right? You never really do. The gene pool we know of on both sides of my family contains English, Irish, Norwegian and Swedish. But you can never know for certain who else may have contributed way back in the generations and where they came from. And then there's reincarnation and unconscious memories from other lifetimes. Anything's possible.
Last night's Marketplace was about misleading labelling of food in the grocery stores here in Canada. None of it surprised me much; I already know that if I want to eat decently, I have to start from scratch in my own kitchen. For a long time I've walked down the aisles of the store in town and -- well -- not bothered. Cookies? I make my own or do without. Cereal? Make my own or buy only puffed wheat; most everything else, except maybe Muffets, is chockful of sugar and godknowswhatelse. Bread? I make my own. Juice? I buy fresh fruit instead, except for orange juice, because oranges are such a pain in the ass to eat. Meat? Scott raises his own beef and poultry and buys pork directly from a farmer. Flavoured yogurt? No more; it's full of sugar. Frozen french fries or pizza? Nope, make my own. Not that I "never" buy any of the above, but now it's only when weakness gets the best of me.
All of which requires more time in the kitchen, and I don't want to spend half my day feeding us, but there's no doubt that simple, plain homemade food is the best way to go. Now I only wish I had someone to cook for me, because I'm not all that interested in food, to be honest. I can pretty much live on toast, granola, and the odd egg.
As for the Poirot mystery, I knew who the murderers were right from the beginning, but still enjoyed watching him figure it out.
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 1:25 PM
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Only a few differences stand out ... at my house we like Pilsner beer but don't buy it any longer because the brewery moved to Alberta. We now drink Great Western because it's the only beer made in Saskatchewan. We like to support local business as we're able.
And I don't give a shit about hockey or football.
The rest, though, is right on the money.
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 11:56 AM
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Ten minutes till my working day begins, and the oatmeal mixture above (oatmeal, vegetable water saved and frozen for breadmaking, salt, molasses and oil), is still too hot to mix with flour and yeast. Usually I cook the oatmeal the night before, then add warm water in the morning so the oatmeal's the perfect temperature to add to the dry ingredients (yeast is like Goldilocks; fussy). I forget why I did things differently this time. It happens.
Last night I riffed on the recipe below for supper. I thought it was pretty tasty, but Scott took one look (and maybe a sample, not sure) and reheated some leftovers for himself.
Hoo's Hot Black Beans with Linguini
Sauté two cloves of garlic and one small finely
chopped onion in olive oil for five minutes.
Put on water to make one normal sized package of whole
wheat linguini. Start the linguini.
Add one can of black beans to the onion and garlic.
Salt and pepper to taste. Put the liquid from the
beans in the pan too.
Allow beans to cook down for 5-10 minutes (however
long it takes the linguini to cook).
Drain the linguini, toss in the beans with the pasta.
Serve with Frank's Hot Sauce.
Posted by Blondi Blathers at 1:03 PM