Just like last weekend, we went out, despite the pouring rain, for several errands (trying to locate some replacements for some unusual light bulbs that had burned out, a trip to the market, etc.). It doesn’t usually rain like this here, or so I’m told. The water comes in drizzles, showers, maybe even a cloudburst or two, but not drenching, pooling downpours that keep going all day and the next. It’s another bit of climate change, I suppose. Australia is still suffering from a horrendous drought, so we end up with our water plus theirs. I had even read or heard something about the soot from factories in China changing the storm patterns on the Pacific ocean, which I watch the way that Papillon watches the waves coming in toward the island, looking for a pattern in the chaos. The best I can do is note that lately the circular whorls make their way to about Hawaii, at which point a straight line of clouds points right to us. Someone referred to it as ‘The Pineapple Express’.
With these sodden weekends, I’ve taken to culinary solace. Last night, at Pam’s request, we had classic French Onion Soup with melted Emmental and GrueyÃ¨re on top. Tonight I’m making some fresh Fusilli and Meatballs. Tomorrow night it’s chicken with mushrooms; 3 kinds, including some gorgeous shiitakes I saw at the market — I guess all of this water is good for growing something.
I know that this wet patch will end soon. Then I’ll switch to all of the spring foods. Bring on the asparagus, fiddlehead ferns and strawberries!