More Cooking

I paged through some WW cookbooks I haven't looked at in a long time and found a chicken recipe that Durwood used to make--Hoisin-glazed Chicken.  It sounded so good that when I went to ALDI for fruit I nabbed a package of boneless, skinless chicken breasts and made it.  It smelled so good and will taste even better when I have some tomorrow for supper when I'll make some cauliflower rice to go with it.  I also slow-cooker-ed the rest of the breasts to cube and freeze in two-cup packages for chicken salad or another recipe one of these days.



The poppy buds are just barely poking out of the whorls of leaves.  Pretty soon they'll split and the red-orange petals will wave in the breeze for a couple days.  Not opium poppies, just plain old poppy seed poppies like Grandma A used to grow.



This cardinal visits the feeder most days.  He tolerates the house finches sharing the feeder with him most days but not any other birds.  Oh! I meant to tell you that the tiny wren doesn't like the chipmunk climbing up into the platform feeder and dive bombs it so that it scampers back down to the ground and runs off.  I like that wren.

31 May--Barbara Malcolm, Tropical Obsession. 

            It was a school of boga. From the shore it looked like a large cloud shadow shifting over the sandy seabed, but once Manning was underwater and swimming out toward the drop-off, he could see the fish. A school of silver fish, each about six inches long, was flashing like falling coins in the tropical sun. The colors shifted from white to green to blue with the angle of the school.  They moved with a frantic energy like predators were nearby. He hung there nearly hypnotized by the flickering fish, startled when a barracuda nearly as long as he was came knifing through the blur of boga, trailing scales like glitter in its wake.   

           Manning folded his arms across his middle and made himself as streamlined as possible. Periodically he checked his compass to make sure he was swimming in the correct direction, and he glanced at his depth gauge, so he didn't miss Santiago's landmark. Bubbles spiraled up as he laughed at himself. Landmark, ha. He wondered if something could be called a landmark if it was underwater. His blue eyes darted from the reef passing on his left looking for the "you can not miss it" stand of stag horn coral tangled with lush yellow tube sponges that, according to Santiago, marked the edge of the shipwreck, and the deep dark blue of the open ocean on his right. He had dived these waters many times without incident but there was always the chance of something coming out of the abyss.

Tonight's movie was Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade with Sean Connery.  Oh my, he's good looking, better looking than Harrison Ford, IMHO, but I wouldn't kick either one out.  Today was a droopy day, except for that trip to the grocery, but tomorrow will be better I'm certain.  I'll take a walk which will help.  It was so chilly in here this morning that I had to turn the furnace back on but by Tuesday it's supposed to be in the high 80s.  This weather is just not fair.  Up down hot cold, it's a wonder we don't all have colds, but then we're all staying apart so who would we catch one from.  Crazy days.

My prompt writing went a little better today and isn't quite as terrible as it has been the last couple days.  Whew.
--Barbara