I am not fond of the veggie burgers sold in the supermarket.
So.........I made Sweet Potato veggie burgers with kale and lentils. Cilantro, garlic, curry, onion........oh, my.
The kitchen smelled wonderful. And I made a huge mess, so I was doing dishes quite late.
Now I have seven of these burgers, one of which I will eat soon, and the rest I will keep/freeze for later, since I am the only one in the house who will eat them.
This book has so many recipes I want to try. I just had to start somewhere.
Do you ever have those days when you want to run away???
Do you think anyone would believe that you would ever do it?
Would you ever do it?
Can you imagine moving somewhere, to another state? By yourself? Starting your life over again, as if your old life had simply disappeared?
Tell me, do you EVER imagine that??????
Well, today was back to reality. Getting the studio ready for the OPEN HOUSE.
Summer Harvest Festival whatever it's called.
So first off, I cleaned the porch, cause it was needing it, and that's where people come in, so it should look spiffy.
And I think it does, don't you??
And the back yard "dye mess" was next on my list.........all picked up, and stored neatly behind the shed.
For next time.
Inside, Lois and I both put stuff away, and organized.......an ongoing event I'm afraid. Then she vacuumed.
Busy morning, but the place looks really good, if I do say so myself.
And I do.
These are the sunflowers that my granddaughter and I planted several weeks ago.
They are easily 10 feet tall.
She will be pleased.
When I was very young and my first child was a babe, my mother's best friend just got up and left.
She packed her bags, and took off with a friend of hers, for parts unknown. I think they went somewhere out west. Everyone was horrified. It was so unlike her, they said.
Apparently not, I thought. Apparently it was EXACTLY like her. Just not like the part of her that everyone was familiar with.
She was gone a year, maybe longer.
And when she came back one day just as unexpectedly, her husband acted to the world like she had just been gone on vacation.
The rhythm of their life picked up right where they left it.
She lived there with him for the rest of her life.
But I always wondered about that time. What was she thinking? How did she feel? Did it make her happy? What made her come back?
Then there's the possibility that if you ran away, you would miss all the things in your life that drive you crazy.
Or would you? Could you????
Maybe when we get to run away is at the end of our lives. Then we really get to let it all go, and not worry about any of it, and have NO responsibilities, and don't have to listen to anything mean or unkind, or disturbing. Then, and only then, are we allowed to NOT GIVE A DAMN, and nothing, nothing hurts our feelings, or makes us feel bad.
At the end of our time here.
I don't know about you, but I'd just as soon run away, and not wait for that.