I keep thinking I must be almost done with this book, but like some funhouse tunnel, it suddenly stretches out again.
Eating weird things. Yesterday, sesame crackers were the food of choice. And sprouted brown rice bowls because they’re easy and fast and nutritious. It is so important to eat nutritiously on this kind of end of book marathon, and it’s hard. Last night, I made the superfast spinach tortellini soup I love so much. Ten minutes and sticks to your ribs very nicely.
Tonight, duck tamales, leftover from my cooking spree a week ago. The cherry mojo wasn’t preservable, so I’m going to try some roasted red pepper jam, which I bought at the farmer’s market in Pueblo. Should be great, actualy.
The day I bought the jam, along with some Rio Grande Wild honey (a favorite of Pancho Villa) which the woman collected from wild flowers at the headwaters of the Rio Grande. It’s as dark as molasses and very rich. Mostly, I loved buying those artisanal jars of elegant jams and honeys from a character who could subtitle honey like that.
Which is a great reason to frequent farmers markets. Characters. Good honey. Stories.
I was just reminiscing about my homemade chicken noodle soup from last night and it pales in comparison to the tasty temptations you’re talking about. Sounds yummy!
Oooh, spinach tortellini soup? Where’s the recipe!? 🙂
Good luck on your homestretch run.