I got the wobbles about lunch yesterday.
There were to be four of us and I chose two recipes from my newest book, Mediterranean Cooking for Diabetics.
It was a first visit for one of the guests and, of course, I felt “on show”.
My menu: Pork chops with orange juice on a bed of white beans–a well-tested, simple, one-pot dish–and cheery pumpkin soup to start.
Comfort food for a cold, frosty morning.
(I love seeing the whited fields when I get up).
Panic set in while doing my exercises–a half-hour of bleary-eyed stretching on rising.
Exercise releases not just tied up muscles; the mind involuntarily starts to whirr.
It’s all too heavy–needs a lighter touch!
Maybe I should go buy some quail and frisée lettuce and Roquefort cheese, the classic blue cheese–produced not far from here.
I’d bought the chops two days earlier and the beautiful orange/ red pumpkin .
I’d make the soup for lunch and there’d be plenty left over for the weekend.
It was well planned.
Whirr, whirr, whirr…
This is just silly last-minute panic–trust your instinct–it’s all you have!
Didn’t you buy the house on instinct–a whim almost?
Yes, I never had a moment’s doubt–the panic then was that the sale would not go through–the owner would have seller’s remorse.
Here we still are 27 years later.
The soup was welcomed and the pork and bean dish could have had more sauce–but was fine.
Meredith–as often happens–stole the show with her lemon soufflé.