Last night I waited till the last minute to think of something for dinner and after checking out the frig decided that I needed to use up some vegetables.
So I threw into a pot some mushrooms, spinach, onion, tomato, carrots, broccoli, cauliflower, garlic, salt, pepper, red pepper, can of tomato sauce, oregano, sweet basil, and what I thought was cumin ..... that was actually cinnamon. This shit happens when I don't wear my glasses anymore. I opened the jar and poured a good amount of cinnamon into my pot. I kinda freaked out a bit but just continued on .... adding some vegetable broth and water to make a nice veggie soup. I added some extra garlic (ok, a shit load of garlic) to hopefully over take the cinnamon.
I didn't say a word to Dave or my mom. Dave was the first to say "did you put ginger in here?" .... "No." ..... "there's something in here I can't put my finger on it." I wait a few minutes and decide I can't lie. I admit I mistakenly put cinnamon in the soup. "I like it" .... he says. "I really do."
Every now and then you would get a hint of cinnamon and it wasn't all that bad. Mom decided we'd have the leftovers tonight .... I wonder if the flavor will be any more pronounced?
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Dave went to the doctor today for his follow up to his colonoscopy. All is well. Which seemed to bother Dave. I swear .... I'm starting to think this man WANTS something to be wrong with him. I know he doesn't but sometimes I really wonder. He has always believed he would not live to be 70. And with 62 just around the corner I guess he just thinks something should be wrong. He won't or can't accept the doctors "natural part of aging" reasoning. Things change when you get older. Our bodies change ..... shit changes .... it happens to all of us. Bottom line is this ..... after smoking cigarettes for 40+ years (and pot still) his lungs are in excellent shape, his heart is in excellent shape, his damn intestines are in excellent shape, yeah, his back is fucked up .... but he has decided to live with that pain. His knee is fucked up and eventually will need surgery. But he is cancer free .... disease free .... be happy damn it!
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Tomorrow I think I'm going to do my year in review ..... the good, bad and ugly. There was plenty of bad and ugly. But the good made up for any of the nasty hits I took this year. It is definitely time for a change. A positive change.
Peace. J.
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