It's been a jillion years since I've shelled peas. I didn't even know you could get them at our local farmers' markets. It was fun to shell peas. Meditative. Getting back in touch with your food and all that. "What do you mean green peas don't come out of plastics bags and cans???" The soup was wonderful. Very Alice. Butter, onions, salt, peas and water. Delicious. I just served it with a loaf of fresh-from-the-machine bread, butter, and olive jam. Oh yes, big dollops of creme fraiche on the soup. Gotta have a little luxury.
This weekend I've been doing the ings. Shopping. Cleaning. Washing. You know the drill. But we did go out for breakfast this morning at a little local cafe that makes great biscuits. Yesterday I checked out the new T. J. Maxx in SLO and found 2 little saucepans, one a Calphalon (my favorites) to replace 2 seriously old and beat-up ones. And saw "The Art of the Steal," a documentary about the sad theft of the Barnes art collection. The more I see money and power in action, the more I hate it. Which reminds me that I'm within 14 pages of wrapping up The Iliad.
64 down; 241 to go
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