Curry night

(Today’s view of the pond.)

The sun came out today!  Hurray!  Hurray!  I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to see the sun after weeks of gray, white, and more gray and white.  Sometimes the sky and landscape merge into one big blur of white and/or gray and it seeps into the way you start to feel and… well… lemme tell ya… having the grays can be much worse than having the blues.  (It should be noted, just for the record, that in the area of colors, having the sepia tones is worst of all.  That’s how the world looked to me for a while after Mom’s death.)

I’m enjoying the touch of color by the pond but I sometimes feel sorry for the flamingos.  They look so cold out there!  Yes, yes, I know.  They’re plastic.  They can’t feel the cold.  But they make me feel the cold when they appear to be shivering in the wind while wearing a coat of snow on their backs.  They are well situated as far as the snow goes.  The wind tends to blow the snow away from the flamingos, drifting elsewhere.  Some of the drifts we have now would cover the flamingos (and a good portion of me if I were to stand in one of them).

M and I ran some errands today, most of it involving shopping for food.  We went to one of my favorite markets:  Beilers Penn Dutch Market.  It’s a good place to shop for fresh fruit, veggies, and bulk dry goods.  You can find things such as pot-pie noodles and birch beer there, too.  M usually makes his own pot-pie noodles but the dried variety we found at Beilers is not bad.  Not bad at all.  And much less work.

This trip out and about was to stock up on healthy foods for some healthy living.  After the overindulgences of the holidaze, it feels good to be stocking and eating healthy foods once again.  We used some of the delicious items we bought today in our dinner tonight.  It was a curry night for us.  I made a prawn curry and M made a turnip and apple curry.  I wasn’t sure I’d eat much of the turnip and apple curry as I suddenly stopped liking turnips a few months ago after we roasted some little turnips I bought at Hilgert’s Market.  There was nothing wrong with them.  I don’t know why or what caused it (no, not that!) but they just didn’t taste good to me anymore.

(The creek in the woods at the back of the pond.)

Perhaps it’s true what they say about hunger being good sauce.  M and I took a 45 minute hike in the snow as a reward to ourselves for finishing our errands.  If you’ve ever hiked through two feet of snow, you know it’s hard work.  I think it’s almost as good as 45 minutes on the elliptical.  Better, even, because of the added bonus of fresh air, sunshine, and the beauty and peacefulness of being outside on a cold winter’s day.

Both curries — served with basmati rice — were wonderfully delicious and a delight to the taste buds.  M’s turnip and apple curry was sweet and spicy, complimenting the savory and spicy prawn curry really well.  I thought about making a dal of some kind to go with it, but it was pretty late by the time I thought of it.  Perhaps next time.  Or maybe I’ll make up a batch of  kitchari soon.  (If you’re unfamiliar with kitchari, you’ll find a good explanation as well as a recipe here.)

(Sunlight shining through the arborvitae at the back of the pond.)

All in all, it’s been a very good day and, like every day, worthy of thanks:   I am thankful for the things that keep me warm when it’s cold outside, the sun and the way it lifts my mood, good curries, and the excellent company of M as we continue our journey around the pond and through life.

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(Flares of light.)

(The mysterious M in the field.)