I went to a memorial service today. For a 1 year old. And even though, it was anticipated, it seemed sudden.
The family frequently posted journals on Caring Bridge, and I always appreciated the honesty, faith and love that they shared through the posts. It was a way to feel connected.
Knowing that I was teaching yoga today, then my tire light went off in the car, and I rushed home to get the kids after school for the memorial, I had not planned dinner.
Pressure cooker. We have a love/scared to death relationship.
It really is fantastic. It just scares me when the steam starts coming out. Really. I stay out of the kitchen till the timer goes off.
I bought some heirloom Mexican beans when I was in California. These cooked up beautifully in the pressure cooker with a ham hock and an onion. They were the size of a kidney bean, the color of a pinto (like a milk chocolate) but really creamy.
And how about a bacoeggcado? A poached egg, in an avocado wrapped in bacon. I am still working on getting the bacon to stay on wrapped tightly on the avocado.