Chicken Stock for the winter
The promised snow has arrived, and it is beautiful - our cobbled street has suddenly been transformed into a [treacherous] victorian winter-card, the whole world seems closer, and fresh, and clean. I love this kind of weather, most especially when I can burn candles, and sit cosily inside, or go wading through the snow and 'play'... knowing that warm clothes are possible. We're so priviledged here - I am conscious that snow - such a delight to our eyes here - is also so deadly elsewhere just now... That candles, so readily available, are a precious commodity elsewhere. That snow - for us - almost a luxury item, is longed for on 'the farm' and noticably absent still - foreshadowing months of drought and fear.
This last week has been one of growth - and pain (the two often go together for me). And I have been reminded over and over again of the need to be grounded In Christif anything is going to make sense. I've also experienced a lot of grace - for which I am grateful, and awed.
Term is winding down... advent is upon us - and this waiting, waiting begins.
Andrew and I are also trying to do more "from scratch" - yesterday that meant he roasted a whole chicken, carved it, and has been making stock from the bones - there is something so earth-y about using the whole. He makes bread too - which always makes me smile - since I recall Matthew making us bread - years ago, and delivering it to various parties. As yet, climbing has still been on the back burner - it needs to come off it soon!!
We've also both been enjoying the catalogue. Especially "We accept ugly"... Good.
Okay, all for now.
This last week has been one of growth - and pain (the two often go together for me). And I have been reminded over and over again of the need to be grounded In Christif anything is going to make sense. I've also experienced a lot of grace - for which I am grateful, and awed.
Term is winding down... advent is upon us - and this waiting, waiting begins.
Andrew and I are also trying to do more "from scratch" - yesterday that meant he roasted a whole chicken, carved it, and has been making stock from the bones - there is something so earth-y about using the whole. He makes bread too - which always makes me smile - since I recall Matthew making us bread - years ago, and delivering it to various parties. As yet, climbing has still been on the back burner - it needs to come off it soon!!
We've also both been enjoying the catalogue. Especially "We accept ugly"... Good.
Okay, all for now.
posted by erdreid at 14:45
1 Comments:
funny you should say that about the snow, as i often think, "if only it would snow damn harder so all the trains are cancelled and i can stay in bed." that's about the length and depth of british thoughts on snow! an element of sarcasm, but an interesting reflective thought too at what we forget we've actually got as you say. au revoir.
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