On the way back home after the aborted 6:30 run, the moon and Jupiter were making a sky show. It was worth being up and about, if just for that.
Because it is a comfort food, the best thing I ate yesterday was a bowl of oatmeal. Milk from a cow on Culebra, organic oats I had from back in the bread making days, and brown sugar. People vary their oatmeal recipes, mine is simple. Using milk instead of water, I toss in the oats with the milk and then start the cooking process. Not using instant oats, it takes a bit longer, but once the slightest bubble comes up, it's turned down to a simmer for a few minutes, with the occasional stirring. Then, turn off the heat, put on the lid for another few minutes and wa la, perfect oatmeal! If you want, you can put in sugar while it's cooking, though swirling the brown sugar as it melts into the oatmeal has something to be said for it.
And while a bowl of oatmeal is a massive photo opportunity (probably a great challenge to a food photographer), I didn't take a photo. It was too comfortable, there under the covers. Maybe next time.
15 foods you can regrow from scraps!
I think most of us have tried to grow an avocado seed into a tree, some with more success than others. And most kids have had a potato growing into a jungle on a classroom windowsill. How about celery though, or scallions? You can either replant them in soil or just keep them on the kitchen counter, changing the water every few days. With scallions, you won't get the white bulb (unless you want to steal a few) but you will have the green tops, over and over again. Give at least one of them a try.
What I did take a photo of, and more than one, was this great white heron who flew into my yard, using Greg's boat ramp for a landing zone.
|Very skittish, he caught sight of me pretty quickly and took off for more secluded spaces.|
There is always color to be found here though, even when it feels and looks like winter. The orchid trees are blooming, bougainvillea are showing their diverse color ranges, from purple to pink to copper to gold, And my stony little beach is an ever-changing palette.
Have a free your own Friday Friday. Do something flexible.