The sun came out. The wind died down. The temperature went up.
Cranky and I sat outdoors with our brains in the sunlight yesterday, and I came to believe this was IT. The sad dank might be over.
This morning I woke up cheery and frisky. Happy.
Lemme tell you something about feelings. You feel them. I had been morose, monosyllabic, mopey.
And in a day, I was joking and gesturing and gyrating. Happy.
Whew. I hope it holds.
So this food post is a little obsolete, one hopes. During the grim gloom we made a couple of plates of spaghetti, darkly flavored with mushrooms, onions and tomatoes. Anchovy paste. A squirt of balsamic vinegar (dem tomatoes from the freezer are really sweet). It tasted brown (the mushrooms, I believe). Perfect for a dismal day, and hoo boy, have we had them.
I would not like to think spaghetti is a seasonal dish, though. We'll be having more throughout the year.
But maybe not as dark.