Well, I have good news and not-so-good news. I chose to pick up the kitchen and living room today, and not to turn on the computer until I was finished. That’s the good news. The not-so-good news is I almost forgot this post, which is so important to my well-being.
I am very grateful for my life, which continues to ride along a nice, quiet track. I am slowly breaking bad habits, or losing the need to have those habits. Hence the little bit of housework I chose to do this morning. Of course, since I am such a black-and-white kind of woman, I need to be careful not to OCD in the other direction, (Yeah, right!)
We are getting the gentle rain we need this weekend —
what a shock to hear people at the store say we need it. Didn’t we just finish a month of rain? But all those sunny days, and now this, will make the flowers pop. We already have beautiful early spring flowers, but after this, I think the lilacs will bloom — two weeks of the nicest scent in the world. I saw some purple buds this morning — ready to go.
I’m going a little off topic, but I have a lot of gratitude with this story. On my way home from another great appointment — with my electrophysiolgist, who said my defibrillator is good for another five years — I got a hankering, (yes, a hankering) for a bowl of chili. We stopped so I could grab some hamburger; I already had tomato cans of all kinds, and a vidalia onion. I was ready to go.
I did all the regular stuff: browned the meat, sauteed the chopped onion, salt and some lovely white ground pepper my sister J. sent me. In fact, she sent me a whole bunch of spices a while ago. So I knew I was safe there.
(My sister J., I went looking for the post wherein I thanked you for that box of spices, and I can’t find it anywhere. I am so sorry — I have made many soups, and none of them would have been any good without your spirit with me. M., please show this to J.; I’m calling later tonight, and I will email as well.)
So, I opened my spice drawer, and reached for the…silence…loud silence. NO CHILI POWDER. Now, I thought it was there. I don’t blame sister J. at all — I have thought about adding C.P. to my collection, but never followed through, and then in the car, I couldn’t imagine that she hadn’t sent chili powder from southern California. But, of course, I had told Jane about the potassium restriction, and very few tomatoes, so she must have thought, no chili powder for Judith. She’s sensible, but also a blast! Sorry again, J.
I added what spices I had, including fresh rosemary from sister S., and a bay leaf Mom gave me from S. I got to the whole thing to a point where it tasted good, but would still be chili if I added chili powder. Today, while Mom and I were out, (another lovely Saturday morning with Mom,) we stopped for groceries, and I bought two bottles of the stuff. I got home, and put the would-be chili on the stove. (I ate a bowl last night — it was okay.) And I laid on the chili powder, a little sea salt, and let it simmer for a total of a couple of hours, checking frequently, and adding more chili powder until it was just right. Then I turned it off and let it sit for another couple of hours, to get some of the blending that usually happens overnight. Here is the end result:
Now, I do not want anyone to misunderstand: I didn’t intend this to be gourmet chili, or even really fancy chili — this is the down home, Colorado chili I learned when I was living in Calhan, CO. A little cheddar cheese, a little dollop of fat-free sour cream — oh, what a wonderful memory.
After dinner, I tried to take some photos of myself, as my profile photo is two years old, and my BFF sister S. just gave me a lovely camera for my birthday. I am an amateur, for sure, but this is me — no makeup, hair not combed — warts and all.
I am not looking for compliment or criticism, unless you know an easier way to center the camera. This is important therapy for me — I don’t often volunteer that face for photos too often.
I am so grateful for everyone in my life who has helped me reach this important stage in my life. Family, friends, blogging friends, bosses, co-workers, readers, and all the people I’m accidentally leaving out — thank you from my soul. You have helped me find a new life, a happier life, where I get up smiling from sleep, almost every morning. Thank you, Grazie, Merci, Danke, Duomo, Salamat, Shukriyaa, xie xie, Gracias, Spasibo, and all the languages and dialects I have left out, because I want to post this on Saturday. I love you all.