I think I might finally be getting the hang of this year – it’s all about waiting. We waited to see what Covid would bring. Then we waited to see if our jobs would come back. Then we waited to see if the protests would really bring about change. We continued waiting to see what Covid would bring after Memorial Day, the Fourth of July and Labor Day.…
Since you’re probably starting to experience fall, I have the perfect recipe for the absolute best cream of mushroom soup. Eat this with a piece of crusty bread and you’ll be transported. Those of us here in the southwest wish we could be transported, having just watched summer dry out into what is now the season of hell. But I digress. At least I still have a place…
I was talking to a friend about the deliciousness of tomatoes this time of year. Our conversation reminded me of rainy days in late summer when my sister and I used to sit in the garage staring out at the rain. She’d eat a tomato sandwich and I’d eat a tomato with sprinkled with salt, loving that sweet, sun-ripened juice running down my chin. Every August and September…
I woke up in a very crabby mood today, in spite of a perfect Los Angeles day with deep blue skies and an actual cool breeze. Maybe it was weeks of 100 degree temperatures, plus two political conventions back to back. Or maybe it’s living alone during five months of furlough with no discernible end in sight. Either way, my grumpiness wasn’t lifting. My usual ventees weren’t available…
Is everyone having a tough time not knowing what their life will be like in a month or two, or is it just me? I think the low-level stress is turning me toward the dark side – chocolate. Not that it was a big turn. But right now chocolate is entirely too satisfying. That’s why I found myself going through the thousand, or more, recipes I’ve collected over…
Life is all backwards now. People who used to have to be dragged into the kitchen are baking and cooking up masterpieces, and people like me, who love to cook, can barely lift a spatula because I have no one to feed. Cooking for myself is nice, but it’s the sharing that’s the fun part. I can make my favorite pasta with shallots, fresh tomato, basil and whipping…
I was relishing the sunshine this morning as I walked, listening to my favorite hip-swaying, tunes,(after listening to the depressing news) when it, again, hit me — hope is our best ally right now. It’s symbol is the sturdy anchor that holds ships in place during rough weather. And I think Covid 19 definitely qualifies as a storm. Hope keeps us moving forward every day. I hate to…
On Wednesday I spent an hour and a half picking up trash on the streets I frequent on my morning walks. It’s supposed to be my time for reflection and peaceful meditation, but even with the meditation music plinking away in the background, I found myself cussing under my mask at all the a**holes who couldn’t be bothered to pick up their damned trash. (One advantage of wearing…
The biggest decision of my day yesterday was whether to choose the Fudgepop, or the O Organics Mango frozen fruit bar. The Fudgepop is only 60 calories, and half the size of the fruit bar, but it’s CHOCOLATE. The O Organics is almost twice as big, and only 80 calories. And yes, I know it’s organic, but, it’s not chocolate. I’m quite certain all today’s great thinkers are…
I couldn’t let the Fourth of July go by without wishing my mom a Happy Birthday. I’ve been going through all the letters she and my dad sent me over the years and have been really humbled by the love and support they always offered their stinking daughter who moved away. The only good thing about living far away is that I have all these mementos to look…