I shall make chicken soup stock and store it in the freezer.
Then I will cook these .....
sweet and spicy mushroom stir fry
White bean kale soup
Caramelized onion tart with gorgonzola and brie
yose nabe with ginger chicken balls
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My own kitchen again! In just a couple more months :)
Hugs self in happiness.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER. by John Donne
I.
WILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.
II.
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallowed in a score?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.
III.
I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore ;
But swear by Thyself, that at my death Thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore ;
And having done that, Thou hast done ;
I fear no more.
WILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.
II.
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallowed in a score?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.
III.
I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore ;
But swear by Thyself, that at my death Thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore ;
And having done that, Thou hast done ;
I fear no more.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Renewal by Toh Hsien Min
In seven years' time there will be
Not one cell in my body that will hold
The faintest, fleeting, first-hand memory
Of you. As the surviving cells grow old
And die, so will you cease to live in me.
Your worm should vanish from my broken pith.
And yet I fear that I shall not be free,
That you will turn from history to myth.
It will pass on from cell to newborn cell:
That golden age, when everything was good.
The streets were paved with oxygen, the food
Was plentiful and birdsong graced the air.
New cells will sculpt the myth: Never so well!
Never so well! Would that we were there!
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So I was talking to Mr Grey -
"So is it really true that all the cells in the human body renew themselves after 7 years?"
Mr Grey - who has a degree in biology) - "Actually, no."
:(
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Also it reminded me of this.
Not one cell in my body that will hold
The faintest, fleeting, first-hand memory
Of you. As the surviving cells grow old
And die, so will you cease to live in me.
Your worm should vanish from my broken pith.
And yet I fear that I shall not be free,
That you will turn from history to myth.
It will pass on from cell to newborn cell:
That golden age, when everything was good.
The streets were paved with oxygen, the food
Was plentiful and birdsong graced the air.
New cells will sculpt the myth: Never so well!
Never so well! Would that we were there!
*
So I was talking to Mr Grey -
"So is it really true that all the cells in the human body renew themselves after 7 years?"
Mr Grey - who has a degree in biology) - "Actually, no."
:(
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Also it reminded me of this.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
spaces
From here.
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Amazing room. Wish I had the eye for architecture and design - really appreciate a well designed space.
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room update
Thanks to Mr Grey's strenuous efforts with the vacuum cleaner, the room is actually much much better.
But it's still horrendously cluttered and I still have too much stuff so the weekend before CNY is probably going to be spent decluttering SOME MORE.
But... it won't be for long ~hugs self in excitement~
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