COME FOR A WALK WITH ME
Hello from a dazzling and glorious Havelock North. It’s been stunning for over a week. If it makes you feel better, we’re due for days of rain shortly.
It was like trying to budge something with a crowbar to get Steve out of bed this morning, to come walking. Admittedly, it was 2C outside but I’d already been up an hour, finished my morning cuppa and caught up on world news. I managed to capture a snap of the sun rising and the frost on our lawn, from our kitchen window. It was definitely cold.
Incongruous really to be bundled up in three layers, beanie and gloves then walk out the door in your shorts! Not me - Steve. No matter how cold, Steve always goes walking in shorts. At least they weren’t stubbies …
The air felt razor-like on my face it was that cold, but it didn’t stop my lips from moving, yapping away to Steve. I’d probably used over 1000 of my 10,000+ words a day after five minutes, but the mono-syllabic answers were a good indication he still wasn’t fully awake.
I was full of beans. It was so glorious out. Blazing early sun, vivid blue skies, the dawn chorus from the surrounding birdlife and within 10 minutes we were in the countryside.
That’s what I love about where we live - vineyards, orchards, parks and walkways - and the animals we see, all so close.
An hour later I was sitting down at home with a hot coffee in hand and thinking about brunch.
I seem to think constantly about food during this lockdown … not good for the hips. Muffins, soups, caramelised onion tart, marinated pork fillets, kumara fries. I’ve just butterflied a chicken, placing it in a bath of chicken stock, bay leaves, chili flakes and harissa paste. Once drained I’ll roast it, hoping it’ll be deliciously moist with a bit of a fiery bite. Now, shall we have roast potatoes? Garlicky, potato mash? Just as well we can’t socialise so people don’t need to witness the expanding waistline. I’m sure I’m not alone … 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Have a super day!