I’ve been home for almost a week and of course the most important thing is what I’ve been cooking.
My last Canadian meal was a Tim Horton’s donut.
I can’t remember what I had for dinner when I got home Monday.
Tuesday morning getting ready to work, I brewed a pot of coffee with no coffee.
Tuesday after work I biked over to the East side farmers market and bought cherry tomatoes, a big bag of spicy greens, like mustard and argula, and a winter squash. I roasted the beets that I had in the fridge, and the squash, and made a salad with the spicy greens and beets and squash and egg and goat cheese.
Wednesday I made vegan rice pudding.
Thursday morning I volunteered at the Friends of Libraries book sale, and got to go through a couple boxes of old books. I saw horrible, racist, Dutch writing about the Hottentots, from the 17th century; August Derleth; lots of books about great lakes ships; and lyrics that are in a Grateful Dead song (Mountains of the Moon) in an old book of folk songs.
And this FLW rant from his book The Disappearing City (not as fancy an edition as this one). I mean, I knew about Broadacre City, and the “city is everywhere and nowhere” but this is a bit beyond.
Thursday for dinner I made Kimchi fried rice.
And the garage has a roof now.
