PrairieDog of Zenith
Jul. 25th, 2018 09:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoNo post last night because we were visiting with Deb and the Prussian. They arrived in the afternoon, with Tater the dog. While Deb and I were walking Tater around the back yard, I noticed that the weather was pleasant--hot, but with a little breeze, and comfortable enough in the shade. So I set up a nice cheese plate with grapes, cherry tomatoes, and non-gluten crackers on the little table up at the top of the back yard, and we sat out there and had a snack and enjoyed the summer shade.
When it was supper time, the Sparrowhawk made a very nice stir fry of carrots, bok choy, peppers, and peanuts, plus some marinated chicken sauteed separately. I made salad and sliced up tomatoes with fresh basil and mozzarella bits. The flavorings were served separately so Deb could choose what worked for her. She's on the FODMAPs diet at the moment. That tomato though--it was the BEST I've had all year. So deeply red and tender! After dinner, Deb and I walked Tater up to the pond and through the silphium forest. She brought us a kingly gift--a box of peaches she bought before finding out that peaches have high FODMAPs. After the walk, I peeled and sliced them while we talked, and the Sparrowhawk and the Prussian and I ate them, while Deb made do with some raspberries from the farmers market. Oh those peaches! They were like gold. Gold with juice. Her loss was definitely our gain.
This morning we had coffee and talk, followed by delicious breakfast and talk. (Home fries, scrambled eggs with herbs, ripe cantaloupe, peaches, berries, cold ham or lox--for those who aren't tired of hearing about food yet.) One of the topics we covered--or rather, revolved around, touched upon, spun off from on a tangent, and returned to, as old friends do--was the problems of memory. How stories are told and changed, and how everyone sees things a little differently. So it was really a very literary conversation. We walked Tater again, to show the Prussian the silphium forest and the St. Francis statue. Then we had another cup of coffee, and then alas it was time for them to go. A quick trip, but a merry one.
This evening, we wrote our twice-yearly letter to the student we're supporting in Nepal through ANSWER-Nepal, a fine organization that sponsors low-caste children, mostly girls, to get not just a basic education, but a professional education that will enable them to improve their own lives and build their country. We met the founder in person and were so impressed we made this commitment a couple of years ago. It's a bit of a stretch now that our finances have been reduced, but it's a long-term commitment to a very wonderful young person, so we're determined to fulfill it. There isn't reliable postal delivery in the rural areas where most of the students live, so the letters are collected by the staff, who make twice-yearly visits and deliver them by hand.
When it was supper time, the Sparrowhawk made a very nice stir fry of carrots, bok choy, peppers, and peanuts, plus some marinated chicken sauteed separately. I made salad and sliced up tomatoes with fresh basil and mozzarella bits. The flavorings were served separately so Deb could choose what worked for her. She's on the FODMAPs diet at the moment. That tomato though--it was the BEST I've had all year. So deeply red and tender! After dinner, Deb and I walked Tater up to the pond and through the silphium forest. She brought us a kingly gift--a box of peaches she bought before finding out that peaches have high FODMAPs. After the walk, I peeled and sliced them while we talked, and the Sparrowhawk and the Prussian and I ate them, while Deb made do with some raspberries from the farmers market. Oh those peaches! They were like gold. Gold with juice. Her loss was definitely our gain.
This morning we had coffee and talk, followed by delicious breakfast and talk. (Home fries, scrambled eggs with herbs, ripe cantaloupe, peaches, berries, cold ham or lox--for those who aren't tired of hearing about food yet.) One of the topics we covered--or rather, revolved around, touched upon, spun off from on a tangent, and returned to, as old friends do--was the problems of memory. How stories are told and changed, and how everyone sees things a little differently. So it was really a very literary conversation. We walked Tater again, to show the Prussian the silphium forest and the St. Francis statue. Then we had another cup of coffee, and then alas it was time for them to go. A quick trip, but a merry one.
This evening, we wrote our twice-yearly letter to the student we're supporting in Nepal through ANSWER-Nepal, a fine organization that sponsors low-caste children, mostly girls, to get not just a basic education, but a professional education that will enable them to improve their own lives and build their country. We met the founder in person and were so impressed we made this commitment a couple of years ago. It's a bit of a stretch now that our finances have been reduced, but it's a long-term commitment to a very wonderful young person, so we're determined to fulfill it. There isn't reliable postal delivery in the rural areas where most of the students live, so the letters are collected by the staff, who make twice-yearly visits and deliver them by hand.
