There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts

08 September 2013

Soup.Sunday.Football.

The morning begins with the frying of bacon, the smell fills the house as the television is turned on. I'm re-acquainted with old friends on the pre-game shows.
I set aside a pile of crispy goodness, using the fat to cook hot Italian sausage. The ole factory senses are working overtime as kickoff begins.
I cheer loudly with the first score, a good way to start the season. Between commercials I dice potatoes and onions, remove the garlic cloves from the oven and squeeze out the goodness.
Halftime and a cold drink finds it's way to one hand, the other playfully cutting fresh kale.
Saute and simmer, stir with care. A little dash of spice and fresh cut tomatoes are added to the mix. The concoction is ready as the afternoon game starts.
Taking it's time to perfect, my version of Zuppa Toscana soup is ready as the fourth quarter commences.

Victory is in air.

My favorite day of the year.


10 October 2010

Soup

The old man slowly opens his eyes, squinting at the clock across the room. The green illuminated dots show the time as pre-dawn. He yawns, wanting more sleep, but knowing that it will not come. Stretching bones and muscle, he dresses in the dark, preparing his mind for the day.

While the coffee slowly warms him, he makes out his grocery list. When did he start needing lists for everything?

Arriving at the market, he smiles at the lack of other cars in the parking lot. In the market, he nods and smiles at the young employees working to stock shelves for the day. Most of them ignore the old man, focused instead on their menial tasks. Isn't everything that happens in a grocery store a menial task, he wonders with a mischievous grin.

Laying out the ingredients on the kitchen counter, he slowly starts preparations. Cutting onions as tears well up in the creases and wrinkles around his eyes. Kneading dough, frying bacon, boiling potatoes. The old man finds comfort here, alone with his own creations.

With a potpourri of goodness in the pot, he thinks about her while it simmers. How, if she were here with him, they would comment on how the aroma in the kitchen smells like heaven. But all that he has of her now will be the dishes given to him after she died.




As the soup is ready, he grabs his favourite soup bowl of hers and fills it to the brim. Holding the bowl with both gnarled hands, he bends down to smell and savor what he has made. Slowly spooning one mouthful, he smiles with contentment, tinged with a hint of melancholy.





01 June 2010

Allium sativum...health update

So while the rest of America was enjoying a three day holiday filled with BBQ's, parties, drinks, and fun outdoor activities, I sslloowwllyy tried to recuperate.

The heart monitor was removed this morning ( causing more unintentional chest man-scaping) and I should have the results of that soon. I also get to visit a cardiologist ( Happy Happy Joy Joy!) on Friday.

After seeing Dr #1, I went straight to Dr. #2 to get needles put into my spinal facet ( it's like acupuncture without having anyone of Asian descent in the room). My back actually feels somewhat improved.

After that, I tried to keep myself calm the rest of the day with work, waiting for the results of my blood work. That call came about 4pm. I was just waiting to hear the news " sorry buddy, but you inhaled a nasty fungal spore while in the AZ desert. Looks like no trip to Africa for you this year", or God forbid, it was something even worse....

But everything was normal. I didn't quite know how to take the news. Could it be possible that my subconscious mind triggered my lungs to not function properly? And if so, why the hell would Mr. Brain do that?

Or it could be my heart. On one of my many ER trips last week, they did mention that something did not look quite right with my atrial valve. But they didn't seem to think it was too serious, or that it would cause my other symptoms.

Craziness.
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So with me feeling better today, I thought I would try a more natural approach, Garlic.  Garlic promotes the well-being of the heart and immune systems with antioxidant properties and helps maintain healthy blood circulation. One of garlic's most potent health benefits includes the ability to enhance the body's immune cell activity. Besides, I love everything about it...taste, smell, texture, mmmmm. And.....
 
  • Builders of the ancient pyramids were said to eat garlic daily for enhanced endurance and strength
  • Roman emperors couldn't eat enough of it, as it was considered an antidote to poisons which were very popular in certain political circles of the time.
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  • The Spanish have long used garlic as a preservative which helps to add creadence to it's anti-bacterial properties and whole books have been devoted to the health benefits of garlic.
  • European beliefs once considered garlic a powerful ward against demons, werewolves, and vampires. ( just in case I've been cursed or had a spell put upon me)   

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 I don't really use recipes. I felt like having my homemade salsa, and made a bean dip for dinner with my natural home remedy ( copious amounts of garlic to the dip). Threw in fat free refried beans, organic black beans and a little cheese.


It's what's for dinner. What can it hurt, and maybe, just maybe, it will help.