Food

 


Around 5 am I tend to eat my “ supper” 
Tonight is chicken and olive salad 
I’m still trying to keep into healthy holiday mode.
Above is the obligatory photograph

One of my favourite Facebook pages is the daily publication from an old acquaintance in Pittsburgh who posts exactly what he has for breakfast almost every day for years now.
I find it a fascinating read especially as he is of Polish decent. So every day, there’s photographs of potato bread with plum butter, kanapka open sandwiches with cheese  and kielbasa with scrambled eggs.
Memories of breakfasts on his small blue collar apartment balcony in the rough part of town circa 1993

I love Rachel’s blog when she almost absent mindedly recalls that she had a sardine and bread and butter for her tea. It conjures up supper time in the 1950s with lashings of hot tea from a green teapot and tea leaves in the bottom of the cup.

I’m making Turkey meatballs in the airfryer tonight
With a light sauce and potato wedges






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 In Your Prescient and Providential nature, I start a new journey. I will look for the opportunity to learn and to trust. My soul rests in the knowledge of who You are, not in who I am. As I rest my heart and exhale. I let go. Hold me. Surprise my sensibilities. Change is not to be feared, embrace it. Riding the waves of fear that release the freedom to believe. Activate the faith of the forefathers. My spirit rises to meet the moment. 

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