Beef Stew, and Pollster’s Too …
A bright humid sunshine this morning and a comfortable 74°. And the election is done and over, for good or for evil, and I can take my voter card down from the cork board. My side lost the House, the people spoke, and I can turn my thoughts and energy toward more noble things. I’ll not try turn the oppositions political aspirations into gravel, but rather regard them with thinly veiled contempt. And I’ll continue to lie to the pollsters. In fact, it may even be more entertaining now that it was before. I am at my best when I am only marginally engaged. Touch the world lightly …
Still got winter stew on my mind and started assembling the ingredients. Fatty stew meat. No lean here. And ‘taters. Red McClure’s for me. Don’t want mushy spuds in stew, so I cook them separately and add them before serving. Some peas, but not many. Beef broth. The expensive kind. Carrots cut round. White onions. Sliced celery … don’t know why it goes in, it is so tasteless and gets cooked into slurping softness. But it’s traditional. Sometimes one turnip, quartered and sliced, but I don’t feel cheated if the turnip is missing.
It was nice this morning to let my mind run with passages from the holy writs. There is something whole about having a thought, finding the passage that supports it, then leaning back in the chair to see if it gets illuminated. A benefit of an old mind is that the illumination more often comes than not. But at this stage in life, not much changes. We just marvel a lot.
So one day follows another until the day that they don’t. Until that day comes, I am blessed with the gift of coffee and the time to muse while sipping it.
Good morning!
Rusty's Armory 
November 7, 2018 at 10:22 am
As you said, the people have spoken. Sadly here in Florida, even when the people speak, a certain washed up old senator cannot accept it and tries with all his might to squeeze out a few more votes in a recount before he will concede. But in the end, he will have to ride off into the lagoon with the gators where he belongs 😀
It’s amazing how illumination comes after we have made all of our big mistakes in life, but better late than never.
Good Morning Sir ❤
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November 7, 2018 at 10:34 am
Ah! Now we know the origins of the “Swamp Thing” … he was a turned out Florida politician …
Mornin’!
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November 7, 2018 at 10:46 am
Stew weather is right around the corner here, although today will reach an odd 60 degrees. I agree with the red taters and good broth, but not the celery. No self respecting Yankee puts celery in stew!
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November 7, 2018 at 10:52 am
I would agree on the self respect thing and celery … but we don’t need no steeenkin’ self respect in Texas …
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November 7, 2018 at 10:53 am
That’s okay, I put mushrooms in my gumbo and I know that’s sacrilege to southerners!
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