“Get your skates on!” I told myself.
In my small world that translates into “get your apron on”. When I put on Attila’s old chef’s apron (he was not a chef, he just had this old apron in his wardrobe when I met him), I feel like a roly-poly cartoon cook, managing my kitchen with satisfaction and pleasure, orchestrating with a wooden spoon, accompanied by delightful music. I have fun.
Our company arrives tomorrow, so I will be preparing a batch of vegetarian chili, an additional loaf of multi grain bread and an additional batch of granola. I will probably think of a few more dishes, to prepare in anticipation of the visit, as I busy myself with the baking and batching.
Another perfect summer’s day, the temperature will peak at about 21 degrees centigrade. There is a stiff breeze playing audibly with the trees and the sunlight that filters through the canopy is crystal clear. My morning walk was a euphoric experience. The delicate scent of drying dew mixed with all sorts of vegetation, from dead pine needles to ripening raspberries. I walked without a net and was not approached by even one mosquito, probably due to the breeze. Several deer flies did favor my company, one even clung undetected to my hair as I returned from my walk and entered the house. The camouflage failed entirely when it crawled onto my ear lobe, where it perished at my hands, before feasting.
I made some time for the bodhrán today, feeling my way around Sam Larkin's lyrics. I try not to drum for more than an hour with the windows open, as I am concerned about disturbing the neighbours.
The day has passed quickly, kitchen duties were performed as anticipated. Attila needed to pick up a few last minute items at the grocery. This was a big mistake I fear. Usually this little side trip would add an extra ten minutes to his journey home. However, I fear Attila, now an hour late, is stuck waiting in a long line at the store. On summer Friday nights the village swells with weekend visitors.
Tonight we clean for company. I have started the process, but there remains much to be done. If it were not for company we might avoid cleaning altogether. We look forward to company for many reasons, the clean house is the least of them.
|RECIPES :: Cast
By the Easy Chair
by Jane Urquhart
(one of three books currently on the go)
A few clouds
Wind N 22km/h
Wind gusts 37km/h
Visibility 14.0 km
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