Well, about the only good thing I can say about today is that we had a delicious supper.
Actually, I could say a few other good things about the day, here and there, but since I felt tired and burned out and missed my mama, there's not much else to say.
I didn't want to cook, but we live too far away to order pizza or take out Chinese.
The menu plan was stirfry. We had GFGP's cabbage, some of our onions, carrots and sliced pastured pork, a bunch of garlic, and even bigger bunch of shiitake mushrooms from Randy, soy sauce and a splash of toasted sesame oil.
All sauteed in the wok until the cabbage was tender and the musky mushrooms were just right.
I love that stuff.
The boys joined me out on the deck. The 90 degrees dropped quickly to a lovely 60 degree something. The girls ate their supper while watching Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
There is something amazing about the combination of earthy mushrooms, lean pork, sweet cabbage and carrots and pungent onions and garlic. I can't say I feel great or anything, but it did lift the depression a few degrees. Rose passed on the mushrooms (good for the rest of us) and Nora had pbj on spelt milk and honey bread, but for the rest of us, cabbage mushroom stirfry is comfort food. I hope you will try it someday. Can't guarantee to completely heal depression or the blues, but I do believe that eating real food grown by real people you know does make you feel better.
The boys and I decided that as long as we have a package of pork from our farm, some onions and carrots, cabbage, garlic and mushrooms, long with a jug of soy sauce, we are truly rich.