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I came out of the slump. As I do. Took the whole day off even though there was pressure from other tenants to get the flu shot today as the nurses were in the building and ready to visit all who needed. I must say the service here is amazing. But I was in no mood to interact with strangers so I will just have to go to the clinic and get it.

I was inspired by blog-friend Cup on The Bus to fire up my dormant cooking skills, so was most pleased today to produce 7 bowls of coconut curry soup. 4 for the freezer, 3 for now.

I was thinking while doing so that there should be a cookbook for disabled/elderly/financially challenged etc.seniors full of simple recipes like Cup on the Bus had posted and the ones I can make, including the shopping list to make it all happen. Not much of a list but basic stuff.

I had bought a big bag of frozen onions (did you know you can buy these for a couple of bucks?) as I was always throwing out rotting onions.
Then my local grocery store supplies cleaned and chopped up veggies for a couple of bucks too.
I also buy frozen broccoli and cauliflower. And those small tomatoes. And roasted red peppers in a jar (lasts forever).
So today:
A 1/2 cup of those frozen onions, 2 small spoons of garlic from a jar - fry these gently in good oil for a couple of minutes before adding:
Large tetrapack of chicken stock
1 can of coconut milk
As much curry as you like to taste.
Maybe some water
Any veggies you have on hand.
Today was mushrooms, cherry tomatoes, red peppers, carrots, celery and broccoli.
I simmered all this for about 2 hours and then used my immersible blender to cream it up leaving some little chunks pf the veggies.

Absolutely delicious.

Moments in the Aftermath

The two middle-aged women approached me at an outdoor flea-market today.

"You're OSS!" said one in an excited voice.

"Yes," I smiled.

"OMG!" said the other, "We saw your play last night! We both cried, didn't we, Sylvia!"

"Yes," said the other, "And we're both nurses, hardened nurses!"

"You must show this play everywhere in Canada!"

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The dressing room. Intermission. One of the cast plays the accordion, another cast member holds out his arms to me. We dance. And dance like wild things to the sound of the music and the applause of the rest.
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The mayor of my small town comes up to me at the meet and greet after the show and hugs me, tightly, silently, with his eyes glistening. A remote man, I'd previously thought.
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The film director is excited as she talks to me post-show.
"Can you work on a condensation," she says, "I'd like to film it for a short film."
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The yellow roses from a dear friend in Toronto. The yellow flowers in a planter from Daughter. The huge gorgeous arrangement of planted blossoms from the cast.
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The overwhelming applause. The curtain calls.
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I still can't believe it. Seriously. I feel like it all happened to someone else.