A chocolate cake whose secret ingredients are beer and sauerkraut. (My mom found the recipe in a newspaper in the cardiologist's office.)
Saturday night dinner. Guests were the man who loves me and my friend Nancy, who brought peppers from her garden. And a bottle of champagne.
The peppers were stuffed with couscous and cheese and then covered with marinara sauce doctored with cinnamon, cumin, and dark chocolate. If I were breathing my last, I might request a cup of this sauce before departing.
Tonight's dinner: Kabocha squash soup garnished with roasted red peppers, which unfortunately turned out to be hot peppers. I had to fish them out of my mom's bowl, but enjoyed a rather pleasant glow from them myself.
I also made time to nap, walk, and read a bit. And the effort I made to get out and do something fun with my mom worked out swell. Friday afternoon after picking up her new glasses we went to a thrift store where she snagged two nice tops and two pairs of warm pants for $5.39. Saturday we went to the Seaside Games to hear my friend Nancy play with the Scottish Fiddlers. Completely enjoyable.
This morning when the man who loves me and I awoke, I could hear my friend, Nancy, and my mom chatting on the patio. A sort of music that was, too.
2 comments:
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I will purchase a case of the mole style marinara once you are in full production. A check is in the mail.
You are living your life in a beautiful way. I am in awe of you.
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