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Making up food
Hello again.
It’s Friday today instead of Thursday. What happened? I blame traveling, time zones, packing and un-packing.
I have been traveling again and it all went well without any snafu’s, not counting the on-set of jet-lags. The lag going East is definitely giving me a hard time as I am reaching old age (or is it just having kids as traveling companions???). All I know is that we were up playing soccer at 5 am just to pass the time.
Also got to ride a bunch of trains, which I LOVE! It’s by far my favorite mode of transportation.
This week keeps on harping about the no salt diet. It will probably occupy a few more weeks since it was a central part of my life at the time. Translating dishes I wanted that were too salty to no-salt was a challenge but actually fun and interesting, and most of the time I was really happy with the outcome. Thai food was one thing I craved back then and I tried to crack the coconut soup (Thom Ka?) and the curries. The best result I probably got was a barbecue sauce from a guy in Kentucky. It is simply fun to make more of your foods.
Anyway, hope you’re into this week’s installment and that you’re all doing reasonably well.
Week #12 – Making up food
Week #10 – Diet change.
Week #6
On-wards and frames all over the place.
Hi all,
The fourth installment is up. Weee!
I am having some technical difficulties that makes the order of the frames look wonky if you read it on a desktop/laptop machine. I am looking into it and I will figure it out soon (= someone who is into tech-trouble shooting – PLEASE HELP ME!!!).
Hope all are having a good, or at least decent, time.
Week #4
Keep rollin’…
Hi again,
Thanks for all the nice words and for reading. This week’s post deals when my heart failure really went into high gear and I could feel that something was hindering me. I swam just one lap and needed to stop for a breather. I grew up swimming and competing, so that was definitely something that was odd.
After the swim it felt like I had a swollen ball right under my sternum, which I later learned is called the “gastro intestinal area” (any health care people in the house, correct me if I am wrong), and that feeling would be something that would come back again and again.
Thank you so much for reading and have a great week!