A Work's Progress

Is not a work in progress the purpose of aging?

This assessment concerning fortuitous time (quality of life) hit me on the head like a brick--material or spiritual progress: physical/ethereal, visceral/intellectual, weighty/lofty, fickle/wise, dense/intense...?

While I had not this question in mind when concocting this comfort food, this recipe was the result of my concerns regarding the cure for my chronic health situation. What treatment, the course of action I should progress, and for what purpose. I needed to determine not only my own fortuity and quality, but also for those with whom I wish to share the burden--to what level (density/intensity), to what extent (proportionately)--before spoiling the experience.

The recipe that follows might add some insight as to how to work through progress--just do not (repeat "do not") drop this confection from a multistory building into a populated area comprised of people.

Breakfast Brick

Cantaloupe (food-processed)
Ricotta Cheese
Sour Cream
Flour (enriched)
Egg Yolks
Basil Leaf (minced)
Chia Seed
Flame Grapes (raisins mixed in)
Almond Butter (on the side)
Milk

Breakfast Brick

The Heavy Lofty

I do not feel much like cooking these days. I am busy preparing myself for surgery, which is occurring later this month. I am more attuned to putting on weight (about ten pounds) as opposed to putting on airs. Post operation, I am thinking that I will be on an intravenous (liquid) and body fat diet for a while. Minus the potbelly with overstretched abdomen muscles, I would say that I have a svelte physique. I have the potential to emaciate very quickly.

To feast on myself properly, I will need to build body mass. To build such mass, I have been eating cereal, pasta, rice, fruits, and meat, as well as bread in the form of hoagies, pancakes (and sausage), peanut butter and jelly--chocolate chip cookies.

I am putting together my post-op at home menu, which will consist of repeater meals: pasta sauce, cassoulet, and quick fish fillet concoctions. There may be some specialty dishes with kielbasa. These meals will be portion-packaged and placed in the freezer for consumption once back from the hospital, during my extended absence from work.

Here is a recipe that I might consider as a reputable repeater, reminding me at the very least that I need some cheese and chops.

Inclusion Is Possible

Chutney
    -- Olive Oil
    -- Shiitake Mushrooms (julienne, sauteed)
    -- Pepperoncini (rings)
    -- Strawberries (frozen, chopped)

Pork Knuckle Chop (skillet-grilled)
Olive Oil

Wheat Couscous
Mustard Oil

Cheese: Cheddar (cubed, microwaved)

Inclusion Is Possible

[A] Pathetic! [Not] Me... :-( || ;-)

Saturday, June 4, 2011

I awoke this morning on the couch, in front of my coffee-table wide-screen laptop. The web page's embedded video player was prompting me with the question, "Play Again?"

The movie was The Bigamist, directed by Ida Lupino.



After watching the movie (last night), I could not help thinking about Maria and Arnold, and their public situation. How eerily peculiar. As the court hearings proceed, I wonder what their judgment will be? How have the times changed? [Insightful moment.]

As I consider my own situation, how do I (will I) 'play again'? This was my contemplation as I composed my complication.

Solo with Mi Amore, I. (Mattina)

Spongy Croutons

• Butter (melted)
• Potato Roll (small, diced)
• Lemon Juice (fresh)

Olive Oil
Sole Fillet (fluffed)
Egg (whisked)
Scallion Stalk (sliced finely)
Tarragon (freshly minced)
Anchovy (chopped)
Fontina (slats)
Pasta Gravy (saucy halo)

Solo with Mi Amore, I (Mattina)

I ate my breakfast serenaded, as I leisurely thumbed through magazine recipes. [NOTE: I scanned my first QR code!]



After the final bite ["Yum"], I listened to the first few chapters of the audiobook The Man Who Was Thursday by G. K. Chesterton as I washed the dishes from this morning as well as those that had accumulated during the week.



I downloaded all of the chapters into my mp3 player so that I could continue listening while bathing ["Clean the tub, man!"], and while following through on my errand list at the markets. ["...and don't forget to buy some disinfectant cleanser--for crud's sake!!!"]

For Crud's Sake!!!

Once back, I put away the groceries, and then prepared dinner.

Solo with Mi Amore, II. (Sera)

Chicken Breast (slices crosscut, seasoned)

• White pepper (powdering)
• Breadcrumbs (plain)
• Olive oil

Canola Oil (frying) 

Ingredients: Solo with Mi Amore, II. (Sera)

Ziti
Sea Salt 

Apricot (blanched, pitted, pieces)
Basil (coarsely chopped)
Jalapeno (seedless circles)
Lite Cream
Red Bell Pepper (julienne)
Pecorino Romano (grated)

Solo with Mi Amore II (Sera)

I ate dinner quietly, trying to come up with a one-liner that would witticize my day. From sunrise to sunset: two plates/two faces [and stop calling me Janus!!!].

Pastry Forthwith Alacrity

I was awakened by a cat's calls, and shrill retorts from chirruping feathered fowls. A breeze on my goose-pimpled skin chilled my grogginess as the burr from the attic fan whirred, sucking in air through the open sliding-glass door entranceway screened.

I was in the recreational room at my mother's house, reclining in the massage lounge chair pensively: a daybreak rumination, contemplating reciprocity not through the plasticity of manufacturing, but through the placidity of manipulating with a recipe.

I stood up and stretched-tall, yawned, then ascended the stairs, drifted down the hallway, flipped the fan switch off, and went double-back to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator door to obtain my fixings, then scoured the cupboard and spontaneously found supportive spicy additives.

The calls and retorts (the clamor) that had summoned these sentences had begun to fade as I searched for pots and pans, as I located the utensils that would help me transcribe this testimonial delicacy.

Cobbler Granny Smith/Rome Apples (grab bag) [peeled, cored, roughly chopped] Anise Seed (sprinkles) Arrow Root Lemon Juice Gloucester Cheese (chunky crumbles) Eggs (vigorously whisked) Streusel Brown Sugar Butter Walnuts (hand-crushed) Crust (optional)	Granny Smith/Rome Apples with Lemon
Potpourri Chew Apple Peels (oven-dried) Cherries (finger-pitted, candied) Honey Lemon (zest) Walnuts (broken) Lemon (thinly sliced wedges)	 Potpourri Chew 
Sides Bacon (crispy) Vanilla Frozen Yogurt Coffee (stark)	 Cobbler Potpourri Bacon Frozen Yogurt