If there is anything better than to be loved, it is loving.
I arose early this Wednesday morning to peer out the window and to hopefully enjoy the “Blood Moon” that was forecast. It was pouring rain. So… that was my beginning of a day that I could have possibly slept in just a bit longer. No use wasting it. My sister Pearly inspired me last evening by showing up at our work site with two delicious bowls of hot hardy beef stew for My Hero and I. Oh it was very much appreciated as I had nothing there and was starving.
It is now just before nine in the morning and the aroma filling my kitchen fills my senses with delectable delight. It is going to be a busy day but with the music pumping out of the radio and my rocking around the kitchen the cooking continues. This is music for the soul, music for inspiration. Old rock gets me in the mood every time. It pushes me to move, to see, to feel and to believe. Best of all I do know all the words (my girls may disagree), so it is easy to sing and there is that advantage of no one hearing.
I chopped and bopped to music from the past, music for the future. Classic lyrics that give meaning through all the generations making everyone smile and feel. Chop chop throw in crock pot. A bean soup is what it should be and I toss in whatever I have on hand. With my garden overflowing with kale it is starting to appear a bit greener than I would have thought. Thinking about that, what could possibly be wrong with a little more green in all our lives? With the crock pot simmering I have to tackle that sweet tooth and then there is always a need for something with that soup, cornmeal biscuits should work. Now this is fun I should get up very every morning to look for things that are not there.
The snack cake is mixed with the sweet goodness of apples and raisins then thrown into the waiting oven. Dance dance, rock rock….. Now, onto those biscuits. Take a recipe, let’s play with it. Throw some Parmesan cheese, chopped sweet onion and why not some chopped kale. Oh my, the cake in the oven sure smells good the cinnamon oh the cinnamon. I love this song…. rock rock, dance dance. Chop chop, stir stir. Check the time doing well.
The cake is done, out it comes the biscuits are in. Time is “a ticking” away hurry hurry, there is a busy day ahead. Oh the music needs to be heard turn it up dance dance. Oh the sweet combination of onion with the Parmesan has me swooning or could that be this song I love. Dance dance.
Well it is now ten in the morning the biscuits are out everything will be packed up and all those aromas will be mixing in my Jeep as I drive with that old classic pumping from the radio. It is going to be a great day. How could it not? This turned out to be a day with many benefits and it has only begun. I am off.
Thanks Pearly for the inspiration.
Oh yes and to all my fellow Canadians Happy Thanksgiving Weekend. Rock on and always remember to dance.