I can taste it.
I can smell it.
I can picture it.
But I still can’t sit in it – unless I choose to sit on the floor, that is.
We have a kitchen that’s almost finished.
We have a hall that is finished.
We have a den that is oh-so-very-close….
We all know about close, right? It only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.
This was the state of affairs 2 days ago:
By the end of yesterday it looked like this:
And, funny thing about these old stone houses…..
The walls aren’t all perfectly straight. The corners don’t form nice right angles. Where the wall meets the ceiling can be somewhat rough.
In the words of mon mari:
That’s why God invented Trim.
Today he did the trim.
Maybe tomorrow we can move furniture.
Or the next day.
As much as I love filling my freezer with summer’s bounty, I find I have to kick myself in winter to start using it. It’s the pack-rat in me.
I plead guilty to saving stuff.
I once bought a shirt that I loved so much I never wore it; always saving it for just the right occasion, for something special. I ended up tossing it out, barely worn, but seriously out of style (and maybe just a teensy bit too small).
I have the first cashmere sweater I bought 25 years ago. But I wear that. I just tell myself that cashmere, regardless of the style, is always appropriate. Okay, I don’t wear it a lot….
Back to my freezer – chockablock with that bounteous bright green summer beauty: Zucchini.
The recipe, Zucchini (Courgette) and Leek Soup, has been updated, nutrition information added, and re-posted here: Zucchini Soup.
A taste of summer in the dark of winter.
So, that’s one thing to do with the frozen zucchini.