I found a nice tuna cheese recipe on Spain on a Fork today and took my mind off my endless sneezing, maybe seasonal, who knows, by making it. Misfits weren't scheduled till afternoon.
I had one can of tuna, but that was okay, and no fizzy water, used tap, also okay. And they came out fine. Enough of everything to do this again tomorrow.
I like a dipping sauce, too. It's interesting. So in case you want to try this, I've given you my written up recipe, but credit to SOAF.
Misfits day today, feverish excitement. The recyclables are out, opposite the bag of spatulas to be picked up today.
After I brought in the box, I noticed the spatulas had gone, so I dropped a line to the Freecycler saying I hoped he'd picked them up, because someone had. In case it wasn't he, it would save him a trip, was the thinking. Ed note later: he got in touch to say it's okay it wuz me
This was quite a big order, catching up with leafy greens and parsley. Once in a while I have kale, the curly kind more to my taste. Cans to share with the food pantry, a dent to report and get a refund on, penne pasta to maybe go with the shrimp in the freezer,
Rockit apples in season, blueberries which maybe will be sauces or jam. Ground turkey for future chili, dried beans to get away from cans, again the wrong carrots, refunded, they picture orange, sent rainbow, oh well.
Bananas needing a couple of days to ripen, milk because the usual supply chain for my powered milk was disrupted by storms and who knows where the milk order is. Beautiful eggs, never fail me.
So that's the food scene here. It's all good.
Now I have to prep the food, least liked part of the process. But the green beans I ordered weren't in stock, so I don't have to wash them.
The sock is progressing despite having to take some out to fix it, and the current reading is a bit of a challenge, a 13th century writing on spiritual progress.
Right up to modern times it was attributed to various monks, but now it appears that a nun wrote it, shock, horror, a female mystic.
It's pretty demanding reading since I tend to get in a blur with theology, but worth pursuing in Lent, which I don't normally observe.
But I'm following a series of daily meditation prompts written by Sister Monica who's the sister Superior, translation boss, of her convent and a preacher as well as spiritual guide. She's also my go between for the Sock 'n glove 'n whistle Ministry. I've had a bit of convo with her about these meditations.
Adjacently, I follow a young YouTube historian on the Tudor period who just did a program on the Beguines, which I investigated many years ago with the thought of joining. But they were dying out and not accepting new members.
Look them up, they're fascinating, in having created a third way to live in community neither religious professed nuns nor totally secular women and it lasted for centuries despite desperate attempts by the established church to eradicate them.
The writer, mystic Marguerite Porete, was associated with them and paid with her life for writing this book. The Church fathers declared her a heretic, translation they couldn't control her.
So I rather confusedly came to investigate further into her teaching after getting into the, completely unrelated, Lenten meditation.
Happy day everyone. I hope you can eat well, and wish everyone could, and Big Ursy, Ted and Pony agree.
And I hope all my healthy foods help my brain with the density of Marguerite.
