Breakfast was around 8:30 this morning. We had golden yellow scrambled eggs with home fries.
For condiments there was ketchup, sweet chili sauce, and Sriracha. Additionally, my father had a jar of chutney he made from pear and quince fruits. The chutney was prepared with curry spices including coriander and cardamom.
After reviewing my phone I see I took over 300 photos the other day. This included a nostalgic drive past old homes of mine, two beaches, and a walking tour of the housing community my father has retired to.
There is a large community garden with a green house and hefty compost piles. The trees are covered in apples and pears. Truly a vibrant garden with the markings of care and diligence readily apparent.
I start to realize now that my writings cannot keep up with the speed of my photo taking. Its also a bit rude to have my nose in my phone typing away in the presence of company.
What I mean to be saying is that future blog entries for this trip will have to be made after the days activity has ceased. So, if I perhaps begin to refer to actions and thoughts in the past tense, it is only because I am writing post-action.
So, starting the first post for today; I awoke at 2:30 AM. I got around five hours of sleep before I awoke. I think my body has not yet shook off the early hour rigors from the prior days flight.
I managed to fall back asleep after some time before reawakening at 5:40AM, at which time I driven to relieve myself. Afterwards, I layed about in bed till 7AM having heard some movement beyond my bedroom.
To start my day, I had a nice cup of mint tea to chase away the cobwebs and wet my appetite.
My father had also awoken around five and was preparing for breakfast.
In a cast iron pot he placed diced apples from the orchard, dried raisins, cashew nuts, and pumpkin seeds. Today’s morning meal is porridge.
With some rolled oats added to the pot and set to simmer. A hearty repast. Porridge sticks to the ribs and lends energy to muck through the day.
The next post will come sometime this evening and will likely relate to Tuesdays activities.
Growing up in the Pacific Northwest, I had access to a wide variety of foods. I think though that my families most frequent meals revolved around those dishes most closely associated with my ancestry.
I am a product of British and African-American parentage. Between, and as a part of, my broad world views and cultural upbringing, I have over time developed a discerning, yet liberal palette.
My love for food has reached even to the far east. I have taken every opportunity available to indulge in foreign foods from China, Japan, and Korea including Kimchi, Sukiyaki, and Mapo Tofu.
I am not alone either in these endeavors. Each year my mother brews the Korean rice drink Makgeolli and my father stores away many a container of homemade Kimchi.
Still, I cannot escape it. Curry with poppadom and fish with chips will always remain dear and true in my heart.
Attributions:
Curry (Nov 30, 2022 by Aneesha: SpiceCravings.com),
Fish and Chips (By Matthias Meckel – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=74468548),
Fried Chicken (March 1, 2023 by Anonymous: Allrecipes.com).
Tonight’s meal was prepared by my father.
He chose to cook up some lamb chops seasoned with rosemary. A bowl of thinly sliced and quartered cucumber in sour cream and oil.
Using a steam convection oven, a platter of potatoes, carrots, and onions was also cooked.
Our wine for the evening is a Bourgogne Pinot Noir (Pierre Gruber). Dessert was Turkish sweets.
Lastly, boiled cabbage with raisins lightly peppered.
I am afraid I have once more spaced out taking the photos.
All I have are pictures of the leftovers.
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