The other day we drove into town and spotted something lying on the other side of the road. It isn't a frequently traveled road so we agreed to stop on the way home and check it out. By the time we ran our errands and headed home the sun was beginning to set, the temperature was dropping, and there was a faint golden glow on the snow in the distance.
As we stood alongside the road we felt a great sadness for the beautiful bird, but as we looked around on the snow ground the story told itself. There were feathers scattered over a wide area as if there had been a struggle. Then we spotted the tracks leading away from the road . . .up through the snow and away. Perhaps a fox, maybe a coyote had fought for his dinner only to be frightened away by a car on the road.
It would be normal to feel some small vindication that the predator had lost, but in this unforgiving landscape there was a sadness that he had lost his dinner. Survival of the fittest really is the law of the land. The weak, and those unable to adapt to the cold and the wind do not survive. It is the circle of life.
It seems strange to me that a crockpot I've owned for 30 years, and hardly ever used since my kids were little, has re-surfaced and is now my favorite thing. A pot roast can simmer in beer and seasonings until it's butter tender. Parsnips, carrots, turnips, and onions go in to complete the meal. Of course for two people that's a lot, so after dinner the leftovers are cut into bite sized pieces and returned to the crock pot with some wine and refrigerated overnight.
In the morning it goes back into the crockpot on low where it simmers to perfection while the day's projects are done. In the afternoon a half cup of hulless barley is cooked and added to the crockpot along with a can of mushrooms and a can of cannellini beans. By dinner time the temperature had dropped lower and a big bowl of steaming hot beef & barley soup was the perfect ending for the day. Leftovers took on a whole new life.
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Bob@ Sharon, What a trip to find you guys. Seems things have changed for us all. All for the better I hope. Looks like you two couldn't get further away. I'm happy for you. We're in Browns Valley, about 20 miles west of Nevada City. Things are great, I don't think it could be better. Well email me or something elske623@gmail.com. I'd love to get a connection again. Love, T & S Lee
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