At last, the spartan produce choices have given way to the beginning of summer’s bounty. Summer means barbecue season to many folk, but to me it’s all about the fresh fruit and vegetables. Not that I’ve ever said no to an invitation to a good barbecue, but it’s just not our thing here at home. I’m more of a salad person, or a table laden with assorted cooked fresh from the garden or local organic market goodies.
The real bounty hasn’t arrived yet, but just the tastes we’ve had in the past couple of weeks have me in near ecstasy. Yes, I like food, and I’m not going to apologize for it. Especially when we’re talking fruit and veg. Fresh local asparagus, the first scrummy cherries of the season, imported peaches and mangos that are sweet juice running down your arm delicious, and on it goes. We buy local as much as we can, but until more local variety is available, the less travelled than in winter imports will do just fine.
No coincidence that I’ve been gradually perking up health-wise over the past couple of weeks, I’m sure. Especially since the produce hitting our table has all been organic, rather than standard supermarket fare. We used an organic home delivery service for a couple of years, but quit last winter because the quality and quantity just weren’t up to snuff anymore. And both Stephanie and I paid the price in the ensuing months. Contrary to what many believe, the benefits of organic eating are real, not just some airy fairy thing dreamed up by granola crunchers. I grew up eating nothing but organic and free range, and thus have never had a great tolerance for chemical-laden stuff. CFS makes one even more sensitive to chemicals, so it only makes sense that I’d feel the difference when organic goods weren’t on our table for a few months. Which is not to say that organic is a miracle cure for anything, but it’s certainly a help when the body’s systems are all out of whack.
Still on the food theme, Richard is manning the kitchen today, so I’m sitting here typing when I’d normally be making supper. Life is so rough some days, you know! 😉 Every once in a while he gets a mean craving for tastes of “home” and today was one of those days. Bangers and mash was his original idea this morning, but that changed to bangers with bubble and squeak by noon. Good choice! Apparently he hasn’t had a decent “banger” since he left England, but I don’t know about that. Our favourite butcher is English and uses a traditional sausage recipe, so methinks that Richard might be exaggerating slightly. They taste fine to me, anyway, but what do I know? 😉
On a totally unrelated note, you’ll have noticed that I’ve managed to get all of my archives over here. Well, all that were available for transfer, anyway. The previous three and half years’ worth will have to be just for my own perusal. I’ve combined the archives of three different blogs here, so it’s kind of nice to have everything in one place. See, I really intend to keep my promise about not moving around anymore! 🙂 In fact, I’m considering shelling out a few sheckels for a paid account here, just for a bit more versatility. The main thing is font size, as my vision changes as I go through the fatigue cycle. Likely a new pair of glasses are in order soon, too, but mostly it’s just down to the CFS. So, it would be nice to have the font slightly larger so I don’t have to either sit across the room to read it, or have my face inches from the monitor, depending on what my eyes are doing that day. Always something to moan about, isn’t there? 😉
The chef tells me that supper is almost ready, so time to quit blathering here and head off to the kitchen. The aroma coming from there is absolutely divine, but I’m just a bit reluctant to leave my cool spot here, directly in front of the duct from which the work of our air conditioner is pouring. Central air is probably the thing I love most about this house! Not that I’m really complaining about the muggy heat this weekend, as we needed a break from two weeks of cool, wet stuff. But I would be complaining if I didn’t have an air conditioned house! Much as I try to be environmentally friendly, I can’t compromise when it comes to being comfortably cool. I’ve never been very heat tolerant, but it turns me into a very limp noodle because of the CFS. And I don’t do limp noodle, if I can avoid it.