After an art show weekend on the road, and an icy road, to boot, I needed comfort food today. Although I usually follow an 8-hour diet, I welcomed us home with breakfast. My girls lay eggs even in winter, so I fried some of them up in a little local butter.
In return for their gifts, I cleaned and refilled all their water founts, put fresh hay in coops and runs, and treated them to a mealworms-and-milo snack. When they’re happy, I’m happy.
Because it is still icy outside, I made a big pot of root soup for lunch. The roots on hand were yellow onion, orange carrots, and russet potatoes. I didn’t puree, but the russets break down pretty well. I seasoned them with a little salt and Penzey’s Sunny Paris. I added a bit of ham toward the end. Delicious! And there’s plenty left for tomorrow.
Food can hurt or heal. I pay attention to what goes in our bowls and on our plates. But sometimes, it is comfort one requires.
Stay warm and well fed, my friends. And even on wintry days like this, get up and move around. Movement, too, gives comfort.
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