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Five Friday Happy Bringers 6/9/23

Posted on by Neal Saye

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. Attending friends Pat and Mary’s annual Backyard Garden Party.

A Magnificent Dinner Plate Dahlia

2. Making homemade vegetable broth from (organic) veggie scraps.

3. Our incredible bodies which accompany us on this earthly trek. And are always trying to move us toward wellness. Thank you, Body!

4. HR’s sautéed shrimp salad.

5. Granddaughters Madison and Isabelle starting the local library’s summer reading program.

May your weekend ahead lead you to beauty of some kind.

Posted in Food Joy

Chicken Noodle Soup

Posted on by Neal Saye

I have been feeling a bit queasy and under the weather today because of some meds I’m having to take for a heel spur, of all things.

Sort of a gray day.

And just take a gander at the definitions of “spur.”

Excuse me, but this spur ain’t urging this horse forward! There’s zilch prompting or encouraging going on here.

So whenever I’m feeling a little sickly, especially stomach wise, I do what Mama did. I take out a can of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup …

… and pull out a sleeve of “soda crackers” and let the healing begin.

[Sidebar: I know that both the soup and the crackers are high in sodium, which I usually try to avoid, but not when I’m sick. At the sickly stage, I’m ready to ingest salt by the spoonfulls, or is it “spoonsfull”?]

And for some reason, maybe nostalgia, maybe the power of comfort food, maybe the connection with Mama, the soup almost always plays its role in healing manifestation.

I’m feeling better.

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Cutesy Tuesday: “The Power of Every Individual”

Posted on by Neal Saye

Today I am starting a new, occasional blog post category: “Cutesy Tuesday,” highlighting what I consider to be cute.

So yesterday, Robert and I went to our favorite produce stand near us here in Savannah, Davis Produce, out near the Atlantic Ocean, and bought a big bunch of stuff.

But mainly pink-eyed crowder peas and okra. Okra is my favorite vegetable in the history of vegetables; okra is HR’s least favorite vegetable in the history of vegetables. Our marriage is vegetatively tenuous.

But looky there in the lower right-hand corner above (well, and below). When I emptied our bag of goodies, I saw him.

A lone peanut.

Somewhat robust, and holding his own against the okra.

I asked him why he came as the lone peanut, crowded out by the crowder peas and okra.

He responded,

Let us move forward as powerful individuals.