Rockscape, soup and an orange experiment

Today it got warm enough to spray paint outside, and there was sun and a helpful wind.

 So here we go

Seen out of doors in sunshine 

Indoors in ambient light

You'll notice the outdoor picture is the other way up from the indoor. That's because this is where you come in, dear blogistas. Tell me which way up  seems to you to be "right'.

It reads differently from different directions, so there's no right answer. I'm just interested in inviting your opinion.

This is still a work in progress. Tomorrow I'll paint fine gold veins into some of the rocks, and a couple of other things need changing.

Up to now, this is pretty much coming out as conceptualized.  Always a surprise.

And, as I was working outside in the chilly sunshine, wind getting involved with the paint, i remembered that there is literally nothing better in life than making art outdoors, on your feet, in the sun.  Spirits sky-high.

Meanwhile back on earth, I made a pot of vegetable stock

 finally including the last of the bag of dried seaweed I've been using for years.

The bag just says seaweed, but if anyone can translate, I'd love to know just which one.

And today's soup is leek and potato

Ending with a very good prospective supper, 

cream of leek and potato, slice of home-baked whole wheat bread with what my Mom would call "best" butter.

I also did an orange experiment. For many years I've been a bit allergic to oranges, not other citrus fruits, oddly. 

However I've found that some of my allergies fell away as I aged. So, since Misfits suddenly had blood oranges, hardly ever available in the northeast and a bit different from other oranges, also fiendishly expensive, I thought I'd try a couple.

Here's the first, in the process of being supremed. 

That's  the complete removal of rind, pith, membranes and pits, pretty tricky. It's a five star hotel thing, and I learned it during Handsome Partner's last years when he had limited use of his hands.

He loved oranges and this was a way he could enjoy them safely, no fear of encountering choking hazards. He was so happy when one appeared at his place.

Anyway I did this, quite liked the orange, less sweet than I remembered. But alas, today's urine output, I could pee for England, told me I was not okay with oranges after all. 

Oh well. Worth a try. I've frozen the scrubbed peel for dipping in chocolate to give Handsome Son, maybe at Easter. 

After that TMI, happy evening everyone! Make your own art or food or music or stories, whatever seizes you!