If youve known me for any appreciable amount of time, you know that I occasionally drop out for awhile. Its not typically because Im bored with the site but because Im preoccupied with that whole real life thing. Add to this a fairly deep depression of late and its really quite understandable.
Last we spoke I was talking about wonderment and the infinite beauty of the universe. I still believe these things but, perhaps, on a far more academic basis than before. I dont feel this wonderment as if it is unequivocal truth. Ive been struggling to right myself and am sapped of the energy needed to accomplish this. Was it really me who wrote:
Without wonderment, life consists only of the marginal sustenance of the body, an endless repetition of waking, eating, grooming, working, and sleeping, with sex occasionally mixed into and sometimes breaking through the monotony.
Somehow, I feel, Ive become this drone.
I suspect my depression is caused in large part by the sadness and loneliness I still carry from my breakup of five months now. At that time Id posed the question of when grieving becomes moping. I dont want or seek self-pity, but Im not so sure I havent become comfortable with keeping myself down. I need a way out, however this is accomplished.
I leave you with a recipe given to me that brings a smile to my face. Maybe it will for you as well.
Baked Figs Stuffed With Goat Cheese, Wrapped in Proscuitto
Wash and stuff each of six figs (or more) with approximately 1 tablespoon of goat cheese (quantity need not be exact). Wrap each fig with 1 slice of proscuitto. Take a sprig of rosemary and pierce fig to hold proscuitto in place.
Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees. Place stuffed figs onto baking sheet. Bake for approximately 10 minutes or until proscuitto begins to crisp slightly. Remove from oven and allow to cool for 5 to 10 minutes. Enjoy this little piece of heaven.
PS: The rosemary works best if the sprig is a little stiff. Otherwise it may not penetrate the proscuitto.
Last we spoke I was talking about wonderment and the infinite beauty of the universe. I still believe these things but, perhaps, on a far more academic basis than before. I dont feel this wonderment as if it is unequivocal truth. Ive been struggling to right myself and am sapped of the energy needed to accomplish this. Was it really me who wrote:
Without wonderment, life consists only of the marginal sustenance of the body, an endless repetition of waking, eating, grooming, working, and sleeping, with sex occasionally mixed into and sometimes breaking through the monotony.
Somehow, I feel, Ive become this drone.
I suspect my depression is caused in large part by the sadness and loneliness I still carry from my breakup of five months now. At that time Id posed the question of when grieving becomes moping. I dont want or seek self-pity, but Im not so sure I havent become comfortable with keeping myself down. I need a way out, however this is accomplished.
I leave you with a recipe given to me that brings a smile to my face. Maybe it will for you as well.
Baked Figs Stuffed With Goat Cheese, Wrapped in Proscuitto
Wash and stuff each of six figs (or more) with approximately 1 tablespoon of goat cheese (quantity need not be exact). Wrap each fig with 1 slice of proscuitto. Take a sprig of rosemary and pierce fig to hold proscuitto in place.
Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees. Place stuffed figs onto baking sheet. Bake for approximately 10 minutes or until proscuitto begins to crisp slightly. Remove from oven and allow to cool for 5 to 10 minutes. Enjoy this little piece of heaven.
PS: The rosemary works best if the sprig is a little stiff. Otherwise it may not penetrate the proscuitto.
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I am honored to find your comments. You help to remind me of my own strength at a time when I need it. I wont bore you with details. But thank you.
You're welcome. What are the details?
Let's see . . . it's been a while . . . did you know I'm living with Sophie in Kansas? In my old hometown (well, my adopted hometown)?