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Daily Diversion #257: Rainy Day Activities

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Thursday was beautiful and sunny. Today…well, today is rainy and dreary. Never fear, for I have a plan: lounge around, read, eat some oatmeal, read. Nap. Repeat.

Rainy Day Activities

View from my studio window, oatmeal with strawberries, a book about Renoir. Not pictured: napping next to my sweet doggie.

Daily Diversion #216 (and a Bonus Recipe): Summer Corn

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Food is magic, so it’s no wonder that I feel deeply, divinely alive and loved when The Chef cooks for me. His most recent culinary offering started like this:

Corn on the cob

Corn on the cob is beautiful in and of itself, but my husband, The Chef,  decided to transform it into something even better! See below for details.

CHEF LEIGHTON’S GRILLED CORNFUSION

INGREDIENTS:

  • 5 OR 6 EARS OF CORN ON THE COB
  • 1/2 OF A FRESH PINEAPPLE
  • HABANERO SUGAR
  • 6-8 THIN PATS OF BUTTER
  • SRIRACHA SALT, TO TASTE
  • DRIED CHILIES, TO TASTE

DIRECTIONS:

  1. GRILL THE EARS OF CORN USING YOUR PREFERRED METHOD. SLICE OFF THE KERNELS AND PLACE IN A MEDIUM BOWL.
  2. CUT THE PINEAPPLE INTO LARGE SLICES; RUB ONE SIDE OF EACH SLICE WITH A THIN LAYER OF HABANERO SUGAR. GRILL BOTH SIDES UNTIL SLIGHTLY BROWN. YOU CAN GRILL THE CORN AND THE PINEAPPLE AT THE SAME TIME. DICE THE PINEAPPLE AND ADD TO THE BOWL WITH THE CORN. STIR.
  3. ADD PATS OF BUTTER AND STIR WELL. ADD THE SALT AND CHILIES, TO TASTE, INCORPORATING FULLY.
  4. SERVE!
Corn

Grilled Cornfusion!

It is slightly sweet, slightly spicy, and 100% marvelous! Kind of like a certain special someone I know…

“There is no love sincerer than the love of food.”-George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman

Behind the Scenes of a Blending Class at Churchill’s Fine Teas, Wherein I Confess That the Delightful Drink is My Soul Mate

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Oh, tea! You are my special chum. How I love thee in every possible cliched way. Is there a writer, alive or distantly dead, who has never savored your goodness? The ghosts of your famous lovers must be everywhere. Oh, tea! Piping, steaming, swirling with heat. Homey: a silent, sympathetic witness to innumerable sorrows and hopes. Out of dainty cups, chipped cups, disposable cups, any cups at hand. Sweet or plain. Oh, tea! You are always by my side as I write or read. This, this is adoration. Please bask in that love while I tell my patient readers a story.

Tea in the Bedsitter by Harold Gilman, 1916

Tea in the Bedsitter by Harold Gilman, 1916

Every time the blonde child walked into the kitchen, she asked, aloud, the same question. “Is there anything, world, more beautiful than a brightly coloured tea tin?” It was, to be sure, a frankly odd thing for a six-year-old to think about, but think about it she did. The answer, internal rather than vocal, always echoed from her heart with happy assurance: “No! No! No!”
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