Quarantine supper tonite... Live from NYC...
The Big Chill has arrived... temperatures sliding down the thermometer... clouds blocking the sun... slow drizzle ending early followed by gray skies.
Fallen leaves plaster the sidewalks, driveways and streets... a cushion of color under the feet of passers by... so quiet... the sounds of cars softened by the wet streets. Trees slowly stripped of their clothes... some standing naked against the dim skyline.
With cold weather arriving and in person socializing limited for now... thoughts drift to hobbies once enjoyed and set aside amidst the rush of life. Writing... cooking and baking... tending houseplants... the greenhouse... sorting through closets and drawers... thinning out accumulations... sharing excesses... reading the pile of books waiting... the hubs learning more about his new avocation, hydroponics... his creative building projects... all these against the background of the pandemic and the extreme lack some face. We have donated clothes, food and personal care products to shelters over the years... this is a year to repeat that choice.
Mr Sam stuck inside once again... sitting next to me gazing up expectantly while chicken is shredded for tonites soup. He knows he will get fed scraps... whatever parts we don’t enjoy he gleefully gobbles up!
Last nights winter bean and spicy sausage soup leftovers making a reappearance with leftover shredded chicken and petite peas served over a bed of farro... warming... filling our bellies. A small appetizer of smoked salmon rolled around cream cheese on a cracker schmeared with whitefish salad... accompanied by a glass of vino while we wait for the soup to heat.
The hubs finally tasting the cake tonite... too full last night... and... he LOVED it... said it tasted like a cross between pound cake and sponge... I thought that was pretty accurate.
Covid is surging across America tonite... over 155,000 new cases just today. Hospitals are overwhelmed and people are frightened... we will exceed 200,000 cases per day by early next week. Pandemic fatigue is real... wear a mask... limit social interactions... carry and use hand sanitizer... and wash those germy hands!
How was your day? What’s on your plate? Thoughts?
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