He has filled the hungry with good things and the rich He has sent away empty-handed

Look you Floridians: see that sky? There's nothing in the way. It's like the roof got lifted. No haze of humidity pressing down on you; you just stare up into the sky and it makes you giddy.
I still think of this cute spot as my little house, even though I only live in the upstairs apartment. And see the lawn? It's actually green. Rob (downstairs) plowed amd seeded it with the help of his brother-in-law; last year it was a mess of dirt, rocks, and weeds.

Yellow crocus.


Purple crocus. They are actually a deeper purple than this, but my camera isn't able to capture their intensity.


I wish I could take pictures like Georgia O'Keefe painte, but my camera doesn't like getting too intimate with its subjects.

Last bits of snow.







They're just too fabulous; I can't ignore them.


Cooking adventures: tomato soup with lots of spices. Those are soy nuts and cilantro on top. I've been putting soy nuts on everything; they have a lovely toasty-golden flavor and add a nice crunch.


Jambalaya


Fantastic canteloupe with plain yogurt, cinnamon, and peanut butter.



Granny smith apples and almonds on oatmeal. They were just too pretty and I was sick that day. I never liked granny smiths until rather recently. (There's a lot of things I haven't really liked until rather recently, specifically since I began my college career: paprika, cilantro, green tea, dark chocolate, red pepper flakes, plain yogurt, eggplant, squash . . .)



Tiffany stained-glass can't rival a cantaloupe.

My life has just somersaulted. So here are some lovely things to be thankful for.

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Ruth said…
Your food is gorgeous. =)
June 4, 2009 at 6:17 PM
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