This morning I got a call from my back fence neighbor, Trudy,
asking me if I could meet her at the fence – I laughed and said I could. When I
walked outside, she had a bag of freshly picked radishes for me … she planted
an abundance of them and her little garden box is pumping out more than she and
Ed can eat ;-)
I like radishes, but I knew the ones I carried into the house would
go bad before I could eat them, so I decided to freeze them and use them throughout
the months ahead :-D
Sliced radish greens; for soup greens.
Shredded radish bulbs.
I’ve never frozen radishes before, but I didn’t see why they couldn’t
be frozen … so, I did. Of course, frozen radishes can only be used in recipes where
their altered texture – due to freezing – won’t take away from the taste
aspect. Most people familiar with radishes only use them sliced into salads, or
as appetizer tidbits. But there are other tasty ways, too, to enjoy radishes in
your diet:
*Add thin slices to your
sandwiches.
*Add a few grated radishes
to coleslaw.
*Add a peppy kick to your
tuna or chicken salad sandwich by adding 1 to 2 teaspoons of chopped or shredded
radishes to your sandwich.
*Make a radish dip by blending
½ cup yogurt, ¼ cup chopped radishes, 1 minced garlic, and a splash of red wine
vinegar until smooth.
The health benefits of radishes are pretty awesome :-D Just ½ cup
of radishes will give you roughly 14% of your recommended daily allowance of
Vitamin C. Vitamin C is an antioxidant that helps battle heart disease, some cancers,
and other bodily diseases. Vitamin C also helps prevent cell damage caused by
aging, unhealthy lifestyle choices, and environmental toxins. Vitamin C also
plays a key role in collagen production – which supports healthy skin and blood
vessels.
Radishes are also a natural antifungal, and are a friend to women!
Radishes contain an antifungal protein that aides in killing and clearing up
vaginal yeast infections, and oral yeast infection (aka: thrush).
Radish greens are rich in Vitamins A, B6, C; Magnesium, Phosphorus,
Iron, Calcium, Potassium, Fiber, and Folic Acid.
Radishes are almost a powerful addition to you diet as zucchini is!
As I was bagging them up and putting them in the freezer, Trudy
sent me a text inviting me to go hiking with her, Ed, and Bill on Wednesday. I’ll
go, of course – it is enjoyable; Ed is 78, Trudy is 76, and Bill’s age is
somewhere between them and me; I’m ‘the baby’ at 63. LOL
This will not be an official hike though because WA State has not
yet reached Stage 3; but we are going to go hiking anyway. The way things
are going in this state with durkin and inslee at the helm, we may NEVER reach
Stage 3; they are drunk with power and enjoying the nazi tactics on both
the covid-19 front, and the chaz uprising in seattle.
Speaking of the political nonsense that is tearing American apart
at the seams … it’s times like this I really miss my someone’s actual
physical presence.
Over the course of the past 17 months (18 months tomorrow), I have
made peace with widowhood, being a solitary solo lobo, and an occasional third wheel.
I am learning to do things without calling Kerry down off his mountain
homestead to help me. I am learning to step outside my comfort level, and ask
for help and advice from strangers, when the occasion arises. I am learning to
go and explore new places on my own and enjoy them; alone, and on my own –
places Bob and I had never been to together. I am learning to accept
invites to join group activities; without bulking and shying away because Bob won’t
be going with me. I am learning to accept invites for Supper at friends’ homes …
or just hang out with them for the day, and not be bummed because they have spouses
and family present – and I don’t.
There is just me getting the phone calls, the phone texts, and the
invites.
Just me.
And I’ve learned to
be okay with that.
This is my life now.
Just me.
I know I had a great someone; and I know I had a love – and a love
story – that most can only dream of. I was blessed to have lived that life with
Bob. I am blessed that Elohim has been merciful and faithful to keep me sane
and held up with His grace these past 17 months.
But then, something will trigger that emotional storm and breathing
becomes difficult again.
I’m tired of
grieving for America - 60 years is enough.
I’m tired of being caught up in emotional whirlwinds: Bob’s spirit’s
exit from this Earth, the kids’ abandonments, the covid-19 hysteria and
never-ending grief pall continually stirred up political agendas and media
talking heads; watching our great Nation being torn apart by political madness,
and losing people I considered friends because they are caught up in the
insanity of the moment of too many global grieving moments.
I am tired of the politically motivated grieving cycle.
I want to laugh.
I want to be happily
active.
I want to feel something besides politically motivated angst.
I want to feel Bob reaching out his hand to take my hand and give
it a reassuring squeeze.
I want to feel Bob wrap his long arms around me and kiss the top of
my head.
I want to feel Bob loving me and telling me everything will be okay
while I lay across his big manly chest and play with his chest hairs.
In these days of back-to-back national turmoil that is morphing
into a never-ending-grieving cycle … I miss the comforting embrace, kisses, loving,
of my special someone.
Instead it is just
me to comfort me.
Sometimes I dink
around in my garden area.
Sometimes I go for
walks; and long drives.
Sometimes I busy myself with crafting; I finished 2 knitted homespun
neck warmers for Fall hikes:
2 Seed St neck warmers.
I somehow broke my plastic 10½ knitting needle; darn it.
Sometimes I listen
to music.
Sometimes, I lash out in anger at grief laden situations and annoy
the hell out of everyone – including myself: I’ve done that quite a bit this
week. I am sick and tired of hearing about covid-19 and riotous mayhem …
and of no one ballsy enough to step forward and stop the insanity.
Sometimes, I just stare out the window for a bit – looking up at
the clouds in the sky; missing my husband.
Trying to find light
at the end of the tunnel.
And sometimes, I just lay in bed before sleep claims me …
remembering his smell, his touch, his eyes, and his smile: sometimes I cry a
little – sometimes I don’t.
I always miss my someone. But in days of turmoil and unrest, I
really miss his comforting presence.
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