Paradise Perspective

My husband has outdone himself once again. Last night he made the most amazing pesto and pasta. Since we started gardening small veggies and herbs on the deck (growing things on the mountain just feeds the goats and sheep), John reads related books and magazines insatiably regarding the use of them. He has found and tested numerable dishes that we have incorporated into our regular menu. A heavenly pasta salad: whole grain rotini, black beans, black olives, pico de gallo (onions, peppers, much garlic, tomatoes, avocado, much cilantro, jalepeno, and lime), tossed with chipotle ranch (buttermilk, mayo, chipotle chili powder). He makes this at least every couple of weeks. The pesto incorporated our fresh basil with pine nuts, garlic, parm and romano cheese, and olive oil. The rotini has lots of little spaces to trap the pesto. Yum.

This morning I am spinning while breathing a waft of fresh garlic, green peppers and cilantro as he prepares a huge garden salad for us to eat on for the next few days.

It’s funny how as I grew apart from my relationship with the kitchen, J has taken up the slack. I’d rather knit/spin/weave than cook, and I’m feeling so much gratitude that not cooking doesn’t mean having to eat spaghetti, mac and cheese, or ramen noodles every night! He rocks!

Wednesday was Rose’s birthday. We ate out and went to see “Harry Potter”*. By the time I got home it was dark, so I didn’t run. (I did 1 and a half on Tue). Then yesterday it rained all day. Someone has a treadmill they’re not using and will give to me. J and R have both said they would use it, too.

*I thought it was interesting that in one scene, where Harry is being instructed on defense against the dark arts, he is told to “control your thoughts and emotions”.