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Taylor Grace loves romance books. Writing and reading are her passion. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two spoiled akitas.

A visit to the doctor and a new menu

Well, hubby was due to go to the doctor and I sat in. He still has high cholesterol, though better than before and the doctor advised us to follow a Mediterranean diet. I mentioned our previous attempt at a plant-based diet but he countered that doctors never recommend it.

His advice made us both think and the result was we decided to add some mediterranean dishes to our cuisine. Now, this recipe below was a first attempt at Mediterranean cuisine for me.

It comes from this site. And this is what we got:

Leeks and shrimp before cooking

the ingredients we needed

This was the sauce after we cooked the shrimp

The cooked shrimp

All of it mixed together

The final dish

It was actually really yummy. If you do give this a try, let me know how it turned out for you.

Doodling…continued

Well, the deer is taking time and time because the page is so big that the shading takes forever…and I’m running through my colours like crazy. Still, here are some updates.

It’s still not finished…but it’s coming along. I’ll share it when it’s done.

Doodling

Just doodling  butterfly…then I added some flowers and a little more yellow.

And now, I’m doing a deer. This was before…

And now…

Not done yet, but I’ll share it when I finish.

Cooking…

So, I’m making up recipes…and we’ll see what comes out. It’s not that I know a lot about cooking or that I have any gift in this area, I was just messing around.

This was the stuffing I made for a lasagna. I actually added cottage cheese as a layer, so this recipe was only vegetarian but it turned out very yummy.

That was the lasagna before it went into the oven.

Then I made banana bread…because we had some really old bananas that needed help. The wax paper is a trick I learned somewhere so that I don’t have to smear butter on the pan to keep it from sticking. It saves calories and keeps the desert healthy. This recipe, I changed from the one on Oh She Glows, I just added chocolate chips. So yummy!

This is my own recipe for a lentil stew. I use green lentils, rinse them, add two large onions chopped up, some garlic diced (probably about two tablespoons; so quite a bit), I chopped up some sweet potatoes, added a few bay leaves and cooked it. After it came to a boil, I let it simmer for about 20-30 minutes and got this.

It’s actually super-good for you, because lentils are amazing, full of protein, fibre, iron and magnesium and the sweet potatoes are really good food as well. It has no oil or fat in the recipe, so it’s super healthy. Oh, add some salt. I can’t tell you how much I added because I did it bits at a time and completely lost track of the amount. Probably 2 teaspoons? But it depends on taste and amount.

So that’s what’s been cooking in my kitchen lately. What are you up to?

 

Hurray for Hubby!

Well, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just let our two trees sit there and die. It was a job that was way too tough for me to do alone in spite of my amazing muscles. (ahem!). So, as soon as hubby was back from his therapy thing, I asked him for help.

The trees were behind these partition plastic things the drillers had put to guide the clay down to the drain. It hadn’t worked and the clay had accumulated into this massive puddle. It stinks, sucks any boot you’re wearing off your foot faster than you can say help and is a nightmare to wash off.

It was a coordinated effort between my hubby and I, but the truth is he did the bulk of the work, finally liberating the squashed fir trees from their prison and dragging them to the backyard. Once there, we had to protect them from our curious fluff-balls of dogs who immediately wanted to know what we were up to and then, of course, make holes for the new residents of the yard.

A good couple of hours later, we had planted, fed and watered our trees. We were exhausted and more filthy than I can describe. We stunk like the clay and had bruises and scrapes from the pine needles of our rescued friends.

Planted!

We were also jubilant.

Sure, our two trees are a little worse for wear and sure, they might still die; but we’ve given them a chance. It was awesome.

Only thing is…our yard now has 6 new trees…and it’s starting to look a lot less like a yard and more and more like a forest.

Digging a hole

We’re having a new well drilled in the front of our house. It’s a long story but our old well has to be closed and we need a new one. That means we now have two men along with two massive trucks permanently parked in the front of our house causing an unholy mess.

Yeap, those were trees. As in green.

Don’t get me wrong, we want a well. We do. It’s just that I, for one, had no idea what it took to, well dig one.

This is one of the trucks that are needed to drill this well. I honestly had no idea. I didn’t know there was a difference between digging and drilling a well. I didn’t know it took days and days to do the job, and I certainly didn’t think they would dig up our trees to make room for their trucks.

I know there are people who are dying in the world and two trees are small potatoes next to the terrible things happening…but I loved those trees. I won’t get too mushy but I said hi and bye to them every morning and celebrated their little green growths every spring. This year, Chunky was gaining on Skinny and I thought he would beat him…

Then I came home to find this instead of my beloved trees.

I asked the men where the blue spruces were and, brace yourself dearest gentle reader, they had dug them up and pushed them behind the…messy, clay covered barriers. In other words, they were dying or dead already.

Now, this blog is about happy things, so I’m going to say that we’re really glad we’re getting the new well (eventually). Also, this morning, the cutest little baby rabbit came over though the mess for breakfast and he was absolutely adorable.

He really was super tiny and mesmerized our two fluff-balls of dogs. I had to give it to him for cuteness. He was also super fast! I could barely snap a picture of him before he was gone. So cute!

On water issues

Our well fiasco is still an ongoing thing. Apparently (as in, we didn’t know because no one told us), we share our well water with our neighbours. When they started doing construction, they cut the line that fed water to our well and…well we went without.

I moaned at length about that in a previous post, so there’s no need for me to go on here about how hard it is to have no water and how spoiled we are in Canada with water. No, no need. Instead, I’ll let you know that we do have water, albeit our neighbours’ because we reconnected the water line.

Still, we need a permanent solution and stealing their water is not it. So, we have someone coming in to drill a new well for us…sometime this week. Hopefully very soon.

Now, you’d think that’d be it. I’m done talking about water and taking up your time. Well, no. Our sub pump decided this was the perfect time to throw a fit and it broke yesterday. Ironic, because a moment ago I was moaning about how we had no water and without a sub pump, we’d be…well, flooded.

This new development almost send my lovely hubby over the edge. He shook his British head and declared we had to move. Right. Now.

He’s away this week, however, so I get to make the decisions and my first one is that we’re not selling our house.

The second one is where our well will go…hee hee.

 

Where I rescue a baby bird and feel like superwoman

We were going to my hubby’s office when I noticed something small and round on the asphalt. I couldn’t figure out what it was until it hopped awkwardly sideways.

It was a tiny baby bird.

My husband explained that a starling had built a nest inside a metal box for cables. Sure enough, there were twigs coming out of the opening on its base.

I’m no baby bird expert, but I do know that their best chance is with their parents and I know the parents do not reject them if someone has handled them. While my hubby watched from a safe distance (he doesn’t like touching baby birds–don’t worry I made fun of him for hours afterwards), I cradled the little guy in my hand.

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He was a tiny thing. A tiny ball of a belly with two ridiculously large legs, a knob of a head with a massive mouth and a shock of feathers on its top. Pretty wasn’t on his list of things to worry about but that wasn’t the point.

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He wasn’t scared of me as I picked him up. He just sat in my palm and looked at me while I explained to him what was happening. My explanation seemed to make sense to him because as soon as I lifted him into the opening of the nest, he hopped off inside. His sudden appearance set off a racket from his siblings waiting inside. Apparently, they had missed him.

We did our thing at Hubby’s work and came back to check on our nest. The baby bird was still inside and the mom was nowhere to be seen, so things seemed to be back on track.

I know it was a little thing, but it was the highlight of my day.

 

 

A lesson in perspective

A couple of days ago, I was moaning about my Day Job and how people can be grumpy with each other. Now that our well has died and we have no water, I’m no longer worried about who I have to work with. They could throw Hannibal Lecter into my job and I wouldn’t care. It’s not even on my radar.

Funny how perspective can change just like that. All I can think about now is how much money I’d trade for a long hot shower.