I have been cooking all day and unlike some foodies, I do not love cooking as much as I love eating and hearing praise from my hubby. Today I have made dal, using mung beans, onions, Roma tomatoes, and curry seasonings like my husband taught me. Then I made a grape raita, which is like a side salad made of yogurt, oil and spices, and lastly stir fried carrots with cumin and lime. I am still working on some samosas and the rice and what to do with an eggplant.
Luckily we ran out of white rice and I decided to walk to the store, it is such a lovely day. The clouds are big and gray with suttle threats of rain. The wind is blowing in circles, which I like because it does not just visit in one direction, it blows back my hair then blows it forward, it blows in one ear, and then is nice enough to visit the other. On my way back from the market I walked by the most beautiful thing. There is a house that has a lavender wooden fence. On the fence grows deep purple morning glories. The sight of the rich green leaves wound around the lavender fence and accented by the deep purple of the flowers made me feel grateful to the home owner for taking the time to make the street beautiful.
I did complete some work on the goddess table and funny enough I am working on the side the represents wind. Does art imitate life or does art open our eyes to life? I believe in the latter.
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