Cooking with a special loved one. . . . . . .

In all honesty, I really dislike mobile phones.  

They have changed our way of life in more ways than I could ever write about here, 

some for the better perhaps, but mostly for the worst when it comes to leading a

truly happy, peaceful, and yes, old-fashioned way of life without constant interruptions.

You may not agree with my thoughts, which is quite alright of course. 

Many of you are younger than me and you have grown to adulthood with the

 ability to process your daily life with what a phone in the hand, pocket or bag allows.  

Anyway, this not a post about phones and, truth be known, every now and then the

phone does 'ping' with a welcome message as it did for me early on a recent morning.

"Grandma, I woke up this morning craving a bowl of your leek and potato soup. 

Do you think you could share your recipe with me please?"

So Jasmin and I got together a few days later and made soup here in the cozy

 January kitchen. The light was bright and the cold outside was forgotten

 as we chopped potatoes and sliced those lovely green and white leeks. 

I showed her how important it was to make sure leeks were washed well

 to rid them of any hidden dirt. This particular soup is so easy and then

 so delicious - another of those 'comfort foods' we recently discussed.

Photo via iPhone by Jasmin

For Jasmin and Bob bowls of homemade goodness for lunch along with

 an oven-warmed French baguette. I had no time to eat or take photos
 as I had a PT appointment to get to. 

Photo via iPhone by Jasmin

That same evening I enjoyed my bowl of comfort, in quiet comfort by the fire,

feeling good that a 'cooking class' took place and hoping it happens

 more often as all young people should learn to cook. . . . . . . and while
doing so will hopefully put aside their phones!

Do you agree?

Have you given your children/grandchildren cooking lessons?

Weekend Walking in Winter. . . . . . .

Sunday afternoon. 

Bright sunshine and quite warm.

We went back to the pond to see how it looked after the heavy rain we heard 

falling Saturday night. Our bundled up shadows fell on chilly water. The ice was gone, 

the water was much higher, and several Canada geese were being fed by passersby.

Colors were few, but when we found some they were bright and beautiful.

A nearby creek, its gunmetal water flowing quite fast, brushed the 

leafy edges as it twisted through a subdivision.

Winter walking can be pleasant . . . . . . . I'm doing mine while I can 

because I still think the worst weather is yet to come in these parts!