“Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.”

The evening was perfect. The appetizers were a success as only a few were left. As for dinner, the chicken was scrumptious. The sauce had cilantro, a serrano pepper, garlic, lemon juice, coconut and salt and pepper. The blender emulsified it perfectly, and that sauce gave the chicken a wonderful taste, a different flavor. I love chicken thighs. They are, to me, the tastiest part.

The cold is coming back. I’m stymied by that forecast as I didn’t even know the cold had gone. I guess 55˚, yesterday’s temperature, is the new norm for warm days. Despite the cold, the day is lovely. The sun is bright and the breeze has disappeared.

I am going to beg off today. Not only am I exhausted but I am also hurting so much I’m walking  bent over. On the female evolution chart I am second from the bottom but without the body hair.

Have a great Sunday!

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10 Comments on ““Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.””

  1. Richard Says:

    Our weatherpeople must get together and coordinate stuff, ’cos we’re gettin’ all ‘grey-ish’ and it’s wondermus-ly colder today compared with yesterday.
    Tomorrow is 80% chance for rain – color me happy!

    I’m definitely gonna hafta try that sauce recipe … serranos aren’t all that far up the Scoville scale, so they’re not that hot. Only thing I might do is substitute parsley for cilantro, ’cos I’ve always found cilantro to impart a ‘soap-y’ taste. Everything else plays nice with the other ingredients. I still prefer white meat, tho’ …

    You deserve a day off. Enjoy and recover. Trust me, I know from back pain, and I understand why you need the break.

    You’ve heard of Trevor Gordon Hall, yes? What’cha mean, ‘no’ … ? Well, we can correct that rat now.

    Here’s a vid of TGH and his combination guitar / kalimba … listen and enjoy …

    • katry Says:

      Richard,
      It is still a lovely day and it is still cold. I just came in from putting covers back on furniture. They blew off from the heavy winds the last few days.

      I don’t care whether the meat is dark or white, I do find white meat dries easier than dark meat. My dad always preferred the dark meat so I gave it a taste when I was a kid and decided he was on to something.

      I have been stiff all day long. I took a nap earlier and could barely walk when I got up. Now I take a walk around the house every now and then to keep the parts from rusting.

      This music is lovely.

  2. olof1 Says:

    Take care!

    Christer.

  3. Hedley Says:

    The snows came, the group settled in and watched Tottenham Hotspur hammer Manchester United tshirt sellers for front runners.

    The Prince is working a jigsaw puzzle – all is good in Michigan

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      It sounds like a time machine Sunday. My dad would be watching football, and I’d be reading or doing something just as quiet.

    • katry Says:

      minicapt,
      From the first one, I went all over reading what was happening in Ghana. The second one reminded me of the stories I’d read in some Ghanaian papers. The language is stilted and pompous with words, language, far beyond the English vocabulary of most Ghanaians.

      The pictures are sometimes lurid. I have seen murder victims lying on sidewalks. Ghanaians have no filters.

  4. Bob Says:

    Glad to hear the party was a success. I hate cilantro because to me it tastes like soap. In January I visited my sister in Tampa and she mentioned that it tastes like soap to her also. There is a gene that affects the taste of cilantro. My sister and I both have it. I have to tell waiters in Medican, Vietnamese and other ethnic restaurants to hold the cilantro and go mild on the pepper.

    Hope you feel better tomorrow. Recently my body reminds me that I’m not 35 any longer. 😂

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      Cilantro is one of those like or hate things. Nobody is so-so about cilantro.

      I like cilantro but not in excess, and seldom is too much served on food in a restaurant.

      Wow, my body is reminding me I’m not 50 any more!


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