Last night I made an end of winter break steak dinner for Trinity and I using a new cast iron grill pan. It didn't turn out too badly for a first effort though I suspect my technique needs a bit of work.
We haven't had much snow until this morning though. Here is what we woke up to.
Well, at least it isn't flooding like it is in other parts of the world.
Turns out Trinity came down with some sort of bug, probably the same one that has been trying to undermine my health for the last few days. Given that the roads were terrible and her health not the best, the decision was made to keep her here on this first day of the new semester.
I spent part of the morning reading the paper on the new Kindle.
For the record, that is black tea.
Later the Commanding General took over the couch while I worked on my very first batch of homemade chicken noodle soup.
The above is edited to clear up some of the underexposure. For those that have been to the Pod for parties, we see the living room in normal configuration.
Finally, the soup was more or less ready.
It seems a little bland and not salty enough for my taste but Trinity kept it down. Plutarch is taking a break so riding shotgun there is Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird. On this reading I notice that Scout has a thinly veiled contempt of the public education system. In fact, her attitudes mirror my own.
What I like best is that it is subtle, woven into the general narrative without cracking one upside the head with a ballbat. I wish writers would get back to this method.
So it goes. I'll get my workout and my writing in a bit later.
Respects,
Steven Francis Murphy
Author of The Limb Knitter and Tearing Down Tuesday
North Kansas City, Missouri
