The one hundred and thirtieth tree is too tall for the camera’s frame. And somewhat canted at a strange angle, seeking solace in the sea at the bottom of the slope.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Day: May 12, 2019
Caveat: Chowder Tradition
Since coming back from Australia I’ve developed a little mini-tradition of making Chilean style chupe de pescado (spicy fish chowder) every Sunday. I use the less perfect pieces of frozen salmon Arthur has. Partly, it’s one of the few dishes that I cook well that he seems to consider “acceptable.”
I love to make curries, but Arthur doesn’t like those, and he considers mole poblano to be a sacrilege against chocolate. I haven’t tried making borshch, but when I described it to him he was not at all impressed by the concept. I made fried rice once, but he didn’t seem to like it much either. So these things I’d have to make on my own without hope of patronage. That, of course, lowers the incentive to make them.
Caveat: Poem #1015 “Reassurances”
ㅁ the day's first two hours - when I sit, have some coffee - those reassure me
– a pseudo-haiku.
