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Jul. 20th, 2008 02:57 pmIt's raining and pouring and if we lose one more degree in Woden Valley it may well be snowing. The mountains have snow, at least. We have severe weather conditions forecasted, which means sharp and strong winds here and blizzards in the higher lands. I bet we get lots of drivers waving at Parliament House on the way through to the skifields next weekend.
When it's wet, one plans food. When it's wet and one is not well yet, one plans food that has mainly been pre-prepared (preferably by someone else). When it's wet and one is not well yet and one has been to the markets, one plans beef burgundy pie and tiny, new season, fresh artichoke hearts with a gourmet vinaigrette dipping sauce and, on the side, heirloom tomatoes.
What's especially nice is to realise that this sudden interest in finding out how the guy at the market makes his pies means that I'm finally (possibly? finally in a 'don't tempt Fate' mode?) on the mend.
PS I spent $75 today. That got me 2 big bags of vegies and 2 small ones, a dozen rather wonderful straight-from-the-farm eggs, and a gourmet meat pie so substantial it will do 6 meals. There was no padding with cheaper vegetables, either, because I don't need potatoes and pumpkin this week. There was no fruit, because a 10 kg bag of oranges takes some working through, even though I gave away about half of it. The longer my friends and I shop at the Farmers' Markets the more I realised just how overpriced normal retail fruit and vegies are in the ACT. Also how old said retail product is. Things like artichoke hearts become a joy rather than a private tragedy.
PPS My carrots are heritage and are in four different colours. The white ones are for frying in just a little olive oil, later on, because they have a higher sugar content and fry delightfully. I might make a purple carrot salad tomorrow, with its own leaf as the green. That should help get me better!
PPPS What's funny is that I'm not hungry and haven't been all day. It's all to do with eyes and brain and enough energy to get enthusiastic about something. All week I've been mired in negativities because things just hurt too much. Now the pain is finally at a moderate level, I can dream of delectables.
PPPPS You need to know that I'm still uninteresting. It's the contents of my fridge that you ought to want to be your next best friend. I refuse to friend those contents, myself, because I'm not in the habit of eating friends.
When it's wet, one plans food. When it's wet and one is not well yet, one plans food that has mainly been pre-prepared (preferably by someone else). When it's wet and one is not well yet and one has been to the markets, one plans beef burgundy pie and tiny, new season, fresh artichoke hearts with a gourmet vinaigrette dipping sauce and, on the side, heirloom tomatoes.
What's especially nice is to realise that this sudden interest in finding out how the guy at the market makes his pies means that I'm finally (possibly? finally in a 'don't tempt Fate' mode?) on the mend.
PS I spent $75 today. That got me 2 big bags of vegies and 2 small ones, a dozen rather wonderful straight-from-the-farm eggs, and a gourmet meat pie so substantial it will do 6 meals. There was no padding with cheaper vegetables, either, because I don't need potatoes and pumpkin this week. There was no fruit, because a 10 kg bag of oranges takes some working through, even though I gave away about half of it. The longer my friends and I shop at the Farmers' Markets the more I realised just how overpriced normal retail fruit and vegies are in the ACT. Also how old said retail product is. Things like artichoke hearts become a joy rather than a private tragedy.
PPS My carrots are heritage and are in four different colours. The white ones are for frying in just a little olive oil, later on, because they have a higher sugar content and fry delightfully. I might make a purple carrot salad tomorrow, with its own leaf as the green. That should help get me better!
PPPS What's funny is that I'm not hungry and haven't been all day. It's all to do with eyes and brain and enough energy to get enthusiastic about something. All week I've been mired in negativities because things just hurt too much. Now the pain is finally at a moderate level, I can dream of delectables.
PPPPS You need to know that I'm still uninteresting. It's the contents of my fridge that you ought to want to be your next best friend. I refuse to friend those contents, myself, because I'm not in the habit of eating friends.