Saturday, April 11, 2020

Daily Notes- April 11

                                                   

Two Days in a Row I have been surprised by mail.  For me.  This is the second day surprise.  Torn from a Better Homes and Garden magazine.  Mending.  And SOCKS.  Connie is the best internet friend/source- well, tied with Paula.  And then there's Dee with recipes.  And then Diane in Fla with masks. And there's Jude, Deb L, ml, Grace, Annie (who thought I knew how to make buttercream frosting without a recipe- which still makes me laugh), Diane in CA.......and so many others that my pandemic solitude brain can't conjure right now.   Oh, you save my Life some days.

The Sun has reappeared but it is a cold Sun.  The snow on the driveway has melted.  Not on the lawn or the daffodils.  I check even before I make coffee and oatmeal.

I sorted out my sock basket this morning.  Finding the favorite socks to mend.  The magazine suggested a tennis ball for mending the socks.  I think I have one- safer than the light bulb. Unless, of course, Riley had his way with all the tennis balls we own and they are long gone.  I had to go back and change the verb tense.  Odd how it sneaks up on you....... sniff.  April 4th would have been his 13th birthday.

Pantry Soup was even more delicious this Time.  I took Time to chop and saute and measure and did not add salt, did add some red pepper flakes.   One of my onions from local farm had sprouted green at the top- so now it has it's own dish and water for it's roots.  Another is just beginning to sprout so I have to decide whether to use it for a recipe or let it make green shoots.

I am chopping a chocolate bar or two or three to make a pan of Brownies today.  And I need to make some sort of main dish item for G to eat.  He is saying no to most of my suggestions.  He is bored with home cooking no matter how tasty it is.  Eating out is ALWAYS better in his opinion.  No wonder I rarely cook anymore. There are Chinese Dumplings in the freezer- he'll eat those.  And I'll have soup.

I can eat the same grilled cheese sandwich for days on end and never care one way or the other...... I think both the children took after me.  Food isn't something we see as "entertainment".

1 comment:

  1. I passed on the hint of running a brown paper bag through the shredder for the compost pile on to my son. He doesn't get a newspaper and is trying to improve some old, hard Denver ground. His house was built in the 1940s and the soil is pitiful. Thank you.

    ReplyDelete