-
In yoga practice we honor our bodies by listening to them.  Movements are deliberate, mindful, and with intention.  Sometimes joints and muscles tell us to back off slowly.  Today with this "polar vortex" that Jim Cantore keeps talking about, my body is telling me to eat chocolate cake with lots of frosting.  Last night I made a thick red lentil soup, threw pieces of chicken in it, and ladled it over a bowl of Basmati rice and had hot honey corn bread muffins.  That was very satisfying.  Tonight will be warmed up leftover chicken soup, more honey corn muffins, and my father's favorite "beat-in-the-pan" chocolate cake.  I haven't really minded the cold snap we're in right now because this gives me time to catch up on inside activities that I won't do when the spring weather beckons me outside.  It's a wonderful time to bake breads and ginger cookies, sip warm chai tea, and dig through old recipe books that have collected dust.   Earlier today I sat with a cup of tea sweetened with raw buckwheat honey and dug out my mother's Hershey's 1934 Cookbook full of old-fashioned hints and recipes for everything chocolate made from scratch.  Right now everything chocolate appeals to me. I had never tasted buckwheat honey, but since I enjoy shaking up the taste buds, sweetened my tea with a large spoonful.  Buckwheat honey tastes and smells like horse manure, not that I've tasted horse manure.  Maybe I can conceal it in one of my chocolate recipes. 


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

-
 Some days are full of doing tasks and chores that Cliff did for me.  The floor wasn't that dirty but he enjoyed saying. "Guess I need to pull out the vacuum.  I'm tripping over debris."  I thanked him.  Whenever I was in the kitchen trying out new recipes, making cookies or the double batch tapioca pudding for him, he was there beside (getting in my way sometimes) washing the utensils, pots/pans, cutting boards, drying them and putting everything back in their proper places only to have me take some things back out and  reuse again.  "I just washed that" he would state.  He learned to ask if I were through with things before he cleaned up after me.  I thanked him.  He emptied the dishwasher when it was finished in such an orderly manner (getting in my way sometimes because I was also in the kitchen working but he wanted to be there with me).  I thanked him.  Every morning he made my bed reminding me of the order that the pillows needed to be placed.  John&
Read more
-
 When I woke this morning a little after five, very rested, no head talk in the night, I wondered how to fill my morning since it was too rainy, damp, dark, dank to walk in town. Going near any store was not an option and we are under a weather alert for high winds with possible 30-40 mph gusts that could down limbs and branches.  I did 30 minutes yoga live with Hannah then while eating my oatmeal breakfast Michael texted me that he needed a childhood picture of himself for his accounting firm.  They want to update the employee bios with childhood photos.  Hmmm...........that's a challenging task.  I pulled out all the boxes from the bathroom closet, brought them to the living room where I would have plenty of room to sort and go through albums.  Looks like those boxes hadn't been move in quite some time.  The large roach hotel was dated back to April of this year and it was time to vacuum up the dead debris behind the boxes.  I actually moved everything off the floor and clean
Read more
-
Image
 Saturday mornings are Farmers Market mornings.  It's my time to stroll through the three pavilions visiting with familiar vendors and adding new ones to my routine.  There is so much wonderfully fresh produce weekly and I have had to control what I buy now or I'm throwing food away.  Last week I bought a North Georgia Candy Roaster squash. They are sweet and make delicious pies.  The old farmer who sold it to me is one I try not to engage in  conversation with during the sale. His conversation never stops while I'm cradling the heavy squash. Once I broke away from him I hooked a golf cart ride with a volunteer back to my car, placed the heavy squash in the back, and returned to the pavilions.  I've frozen many of the veggies for fall and winter.  This morning I was compelled to stop at a pipe display, not that I was thinking about taking up pipe smoking like the old mountain women, but what caught my eye and brought up unexpected childhood memories was the craftsman us
Read more