I'm still not ready for the spray on "I can't believe it's not butter." I sure as hell can believe it's not. There is a time in life when one becomes too old to believe all the lies we hear daily.
The sun rose bright and shiny this morning, for the first time in literally weeks. Even bad news on the scale cannot impinge on my good mood. We'll definitely go for a walk. I have the season's first mosquito bite and am hoping it's not one of those toxic mosquitoes bearing awful diseases. Sprayed myself thoroughly to work in the yard, but he found a spot under the watchband. Go figure.
We have yummy (for them) stuff to feed the Highland cattle. No calves this spring. Boo hoo! I do believe the old cows "cowed" the young bulls.
Here is a spring tonic: find a friend with some rhubarb and bum a few sticks. Chop up, cook with a little sugar, a very small amount of water, and any other red fruits you can find. Strawberries and blueberries and even raspberries are on sale here this week. A few frozen cranberries add pop. Some grated orange rind does likewise. Cook until all the fruits are soft and if you added too much water, thicken with a bit of cornstarch stirred into cold water and added to the fruit. Let cool, chill and serve for dessert. Good over cottage cheese. A spoonful or two even works on shredded wheat. Or on ice cream, but we're into low-fat frozen yogurt these days.
Onward,
The CheeseParer
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