Sometimes rain actually sharpens the mesa view.
The rain washed the sky. Time for a walk.
The desert olive I watch for the way it catches the eastern light wants to turn yellow for fall but seems to be staying green with drenchings from fast-moving storms. But it’s been warm, too. Cold will likely turn the trick.
Wearing out my iPhone on a 5-minute rain. In truth, the smell was better than the pictures. Don’t need app; just keep on living.
“There is no evidence of cancer.”
Those were the heartening words yesterday from the doctor who informed me of much darker-sounding biopsy results almost 10 months ago.
More tests down the road, of course. But it looks like the chemo and radiation administered at The Cancer Center at Presbyterian in Albuquerque have worked. And, this morning, the sky looks pretty clear.
I never meant my blog to be a personal health newsletter, but I know some far-away friends with big hearts have been following things here. So, here I share a good cup of coffee and a morning view. Thanks to all.
I guess I was between this hummingbird and its cherry sage destination when it flew into my iPhone view this wet fall morning.
This probably spells trouble: Made spaghetti carbonara for breakfast for the third time this week, although Day 2 was with smoked salmon instead of bacon.
Heavenly is the word that comes to mind, partly because it goes down so easy. The eggs, bacon fat, parmesan and pasta water make for the creaminess. And because it is creamy, you need to be careful to keep the pasta firm.
I console myself with the fact that it is a “peasant dish.” The ingredients are common and cheap. I suppose I could improve by using pancetta, but a little plain old American bacon works fine for me. As with pinto beans, the trick is to not use too much. I use thick-cut bacon, and just a little of the fat and smokiness go a long way.
Even so, when craving pasta, I probably should switch to my other favorite — primavera — soon. The fat and calorie count would be much lower, I’m sure. It’s just not as good for breakfast.
Meanwhile, as the carbs soothe my brain, I wonder if a chuckwagon cook could get away with whipping up pasta carbonara in the morning instead of the usual biscuits and stuff?
Might as well not wear socks.
dream ranch 