I learned a valuable lesson this morning; I hope. Today was the day of the aforementioned Black History Month luncheon celebration. I had neck bones for the first time. I was told they were spicy, but later the cook said she had to play to the middle of the field. I shied away from the various cooked greens. I have memories of cooked spinach from growing up. It was not so much the taste as the texture. I use fresh spinach all the time these days. I make a mean pizza with fresh spinach in various places. -I like it under the sauce. Geoff likes it on top to get singed by the heat.-The corn bread, though, in so many varieties, tempted me to take two pieces. I even made sure I sat with people normally do not see at lunch because of schedules. Lunch was fun.
What does this have to do with the valuable lesson? Well, I had promised Rosalyn I would bring some of my Sweet Potato Stew. The recipe claims to be from Africa so it was a good thing for me to bring. When I asked what "Soul Food" was, she said bring anything you like. I like the way the peanut butter and cayenne peppers in the stew play on the palate. Well, yesterday I did not stop from the time I got home from
work.
First, I had to do the mail. Then a friend from Starbucks came by the ride a scooter. She has talked about buying a motorcycle, but I told her to try a scooter first. She rode around the cul-de-sac and then the block. Once she was comfortable, we rode around the hood. She tends to ride the left brake. I think that is what caused the bike to get away from her at one point. She and the bike were fine, after I tightened up the mirrors. The ride done, and a quick turkey sandwich, Geoff was at work so meat could be on the menu, I dashed off to see a couple of friends in the production of Diary of Anne Frank I was unable to audition for because of the TYO concert next week. By the time I got home, I needed to chill with Geoff for a while watching the Winter Games. The stew still lay in pieces in various parts of the pantry as I tucked myself into bed with Rusdie's Fury.
This morning, I could only hit the snooze button once because the stew was calling. I had just enough time to make the stew, get a shower, and eat breakfast before I rode to work. Once of the last tasks of the morning is to put in my contacts. Most mornings I sail through the task with no problems. Most mornings, I have not been processing onions and spices and such. I was sure I had washed my hands, but that might have been earlier in the morning. I made very sure I washed them quickly before I took out the burning contact from my right eye. Lesson: always, always wash hands thoroughly before putting in your contacts.
What does this have to do with the valuable lesson? Well, I had promised Rosalyn I would bring some of my Sweet Potato Stew. The recipe claims to be from Africa so it was a good thing for me to bring. When I asked what "Soul Food" was, she said bring anything you like. I like the way the peanut butter and cayenne peppers in the stew play on the palate. Well, yesterday I did not stop from the time I got home from
work.
First, I had to do the mail. Then a friend from Starbucks came by the ride a scooter. She has talked about buying a motorcycle, but I told her to try a scooter first. She rode around the cul-de-sac and then the block. Once she was comfortable, we rode around the hood. She tends to ride the left brake. I think that is what caused the bike to get away from her at one point. She and the bike were fine, after I tightened up the mirrors. The ride done, and a quick turkey sandwich, Geoff was at work so meat could be on the menu, I dashed off to see a couple of friends in the production of Diary of Anne Frank I was unable to audition for because of the TYO concert next week. By the time I got home, I needed to chill with Geoff for a while watching the Winter Games. The stew still lay in pieces in various parts of the pantry as I tucked myself into bed with Rusdie's Fury.
This morning, I could only hit the snooze button once because the stew was calling. I had just enough time to make the stew, get a shower, and eat breakfast before I rode to work. Once of the last tasks of the morning is to put in my contacts. Most mornings I sail through the task with no problems. Most mornings, I have not been processing onions and spices and such. I was sure I had washed my hands, but that might have been earlier in the morning. I made very sure I washed them quickly before I took out the burning contact from my right eye. Lesson: always, always wash hands thoroughly before putting in your contacts.
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