Mon mari was a little, um, testy today.
He was doing the last of the floor tiles in the den, and, as usual, having to rearrange a few things before he got started. There were 2 small bookcases with some odds and ends that haven’t found a permanent home yet.
One of those items was a golf trophy I won in Andorra.
He, quietly came into the hall, trophy in hand, and inquired as to why I might have seen fit to unpack such a decorative but useless, item, forcing him to move it for the 4th time this week.
I calmly explained that, obviously, while he was lounging in hospital, I spent days, if not weeks, searching through every box in the barn, looking for this trophy. Out of all the things I needed to unpack, this was the most important. I spent at least 100, valuable, hours looking for it.
Maybe he had stuck the stupid trophy inside my stock pot when he packed up the pantry 18 months ago and, when I unpacked the kitchen, I found it and didn’t feel like going to the effort of finding a box and repacking it.
Just a thought…..
In honor of American Thanksgiving….
I made soup.
I brought wild rice back from the US with me so it had to be:
The recipe, Turkey Wild Rice Soup, has been updated, nutrition information added, and re-posted here: Turkey & Wild Rice Soup.