Naan, flowers and a visiting bee

I'm running out of bread because I forgot to order it, so I made a batch of naan, using my all purpose dough. I've used this for pizza, pasties, flatbread, you can do all kinds of things with it.

Yogurt, flour, baking soda, salt, makes this dough, which you knead a bit in the bowl to bind it, then rest for half an hour.

Then cut into six pieces with the bench scraper which is the best kitchen tool I ever came across 

If you want round bread, you form the pieces into balls before rolling out,  but I wasn't fussy 

Then heat the cast iron skillet till a drop of water sizzles right off it, swipe just a drop of oil over the surface with a paper towel 

And start cooking. When you see bubbles rising, you turn it over and cook on. You see the output on the plate and the last one still cooking.

Today's lunch was the rest of a tomato, cheddar, miso tofu, egg bake, with a green salad, no dressing, sometimes I just like the greens flavors 

And a naan bread. This can be torn to help catch all the baked flavor, and it's flexible enough for a wrap. So I have five more naan to get me past my bread desert.

What I like here,as much as flavor, is the varied textures. Soft bread, crisp greens, the baked dish, all different and interesting.  Colors too.

During Handsome Partner's last years, he permanently lost taste and smell, sad rare prescription interaction. This meant I cooked with color and texture in mind instead, to keep up his appetite.

He was also paralyzed from C3, the upper spine, down, so he had limited use of his hands and couldn't use more than one table implement at a time. So I also learned to cook food that could be eaten with a fork and fingers. This meal would have fitted the bill. He'd have enjoyed this. I'd have torn the bread into manageable pieces. 

When I made soup, I'd bring it to the table and drop hot croutons into it, so they sizzled, which always triggered appetite. So I guess sound enters in, too.

Today's wild patio area 

See the tiny bee? Near the bottom.

Coleus sharing space with a weed which I like enough to leave alone, daisies coming out 

newcomers, different every day. It's attracting bees, butterflies and moths, as well as the resident praying mantises. Or mantes, maybe.

I really like this kind of untamed looking garden area, much more than formal pots of polite flowers.

Happy day everyone,  life's a banquet!