Made a new lunch yesterday!
Caramelized onions with garlic and ginger in coconut oil,
added cumin seeds, ground cumin, turmeric and curry power to the
coconut oil before adding the onions and later the jarred garlic and ginger.
Added the broccoli after the onions were well soften and caramelizing.
A jar of curry sauce (a bit too sweet, needed salt) heated up with a can of
chick peas, rinsed well.
Left over rice.
A nice simple meal, with left overs!
The snow is slowly melting...
in piles, everywhere...
We still have our Christmas tree up.
I am loving my new tea tray.
And mismatched China!
With Spiced Chai Tea from Trader Joe's, super good.
Cleo has decided that the seat where I am writing this blog entry
is the best place to sit right now.
Near the sunlight, near her food, near to me.
I am spoiling her, she is taking up most of the chair,
I am perched on the very front of it while I type! :)
Thankful for every good thing....
I am working on, I hope finally, getting my citizenship card replaced,
the one for Canada that is, that Mr Husband has been
telling me to get done for 3 years now,
the one I lost in January when I was coming back from NJ to Ottawa
and lost my wallet...
It makes me miss Canada,
miss the sense of the Commonwealth, the beauty, the heritage,
the Britishness, walking in Ottawa, the sun, the cold, the snow,
just being there.
I have always been capable of loving more than one
place at once,
I am loving where I am now more and more;
I love being married to Mr Husband, I love our home,
our churches, our friends, my munchkin, my quilt group,
being able to commute easily to NYC, so many things.
But there will always be a part of me that is missing Canada
and that no one here really knows what exactly it is I am missing.
Until I talk to someone on the phone, a good friend of course, from Ottawa
who knows our church, our friends, our city and understands,
sees what it is that I now miss.
But yet, the sun is shining,
I am so much more at home here,
I have so much to do here.
I am seriously committed to being here,
with Mr Husband
and when I read books like
Amy Welborn's on losing her husband,
I can't help but think of how much I love my husband,
his quirky humour, his gentle rascal ways, his hair that grows
long and thick so quickly, his height, just inches above mine,
his mind, how he thinks, quickly and has many layers of understanding,
through history, theology, literature while understanding math, logic (that I regularly defy!),
science and has a wonderful memory...
He is really my best friend.
And I am so thankful.