The Misfits box arrived today, borne on the shoulder of a large young FedEx man who swung it down gently on the step while waving to me and clicking on his tablet to note the delivery. As if it weighed nothing.
I can't get it over the step! I roll it into the house usually, works fine. But as for picking it up? Way beyond my lifting power. What you see here doesn't include two heavy freezer gel packs and a hefty box.
And I actually sat down, after the usual mad scene of prepping and dropping and spilling, then sweeping and wiping so the kitchen looks like people, not bears, live there, sat down. And did some planning.
I figured this was better than daily staring at the ceiling in the hope that some heavenly being would swoop down and tell me things to cook, while feeling pressed to do justice to this bounty.
My ideas are quite vague when I make my order; it's when I see the produce that it becomes real. These jumbled notes are now magnetized onto the freezer, at what you might call the point of supply.
Tonight's dinner was the usual, a salad for Misfits day, Romaine, celery, Roma plum tomato, broccoli, ribbon of mayo, after the pic. That didn't take planning.
Then after supper, on to action stations.
Since the canteloupe was already ripe, I decided it could help those carrot greens that have been waiting in the freezer, have their day as a green drink thing.
Soooo, canteloupe, lemon slices, ginger, handful of Italian parsley, which I remembered after I took the pic, and a mass of carrot greens, water, not much, blended as far as this blender can manage.
Then, it still being a bit fibrous, strained and pressed through a sieve.
And it is excellent, even if the cook says it. Sweet enough because of the canteloupe, nice bite from the lemon and ginger, lovely deep green veggie flavor. And a great air of virtue glowing throughout.
This, with pancakes, is tomorrow's breakfast.