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Life

I’m thinking of a salty, sweet, hot and tangy Udon noodle salad with shrimp. Perhaps for lunch.

The rest of this week will be spent on insurance and taxes. Next week is our future.

As I’ve trouble now and then with my tummy I went vegan years ago and found out what I was allergic to as I re-introduced ingredients. Now, as mostly a meat-eterian (plus starch and veg) I need protein.

Yes, I do always have veg and fruit available, today it’s Jonagold apples, an almost ripe pineapple and red seedless grapes.

Yesterday I cooked up some scallops. Today I’ll cook and place a few shrimp atop my noodle salad with grated carrot and scallions.

As a good cook one must cook for flavor and health. I can’t cook fish when my husband is home and I love fish! He’s so allergic that he can’t handle the smell unless I grill it or buy it cooked. I just can’t eat beef and potatoes all the time.

I’ll eat my fish, but try to keep healthy snacks out on the counter so he goes for them first before raiding cheese and crackers. I’m the wife, the food wench (that’s what he calls me for our old dog Zoe).

I make dinner for all of us. When he starts eating cheese and crackers 15 minutes before dinner my heart sighs. “Do you need cheese before you get your steak with chimichurri?” Much to do today and the rest of the week and we’re taking on a guest tomorrow, for a week. A lot of work ahead so Cheers from Dee

 

Windows

They were cleaned recently, all the interior stuff including kid handprints and doggy nose. The dog now stays away from the windows and just sits looking at the squirrels below. Then she dreams of planning her attack. Dreams.

I looked at a place I loved years ago and looking at the layout yesterday found out it was not for us. Why? Too many windows. It would be a great bachelor pad, which it is now. It does not allow us, ok me, to have art in terms of heritage quilts, paintings from my father who took up painting at age 80. Photos from friends and ones I’ve taken and all are judiciously framed.

Who would ever ask for fewer windows? Me. We have 12 windows floor to ceiling, This has 27 floor to ceiling. It does not work for us office-wise or otherwise and would be a bad choice.

That’s the way it is, until something else comes up. Another city, another view. Not another husband or dog anytime. I love them too much. Dee