The impossible I do at once - Miracles take a little longer.
Saturday, May 18, 2019
Sally pitched up today with a ton of celery and three bags of pre packaged mixed veg. Due to her and her son having been unwell, they hadn't used them. Her son was apparently very exercised about the waste until Sally told him she'd bring them to me because I can always create something out of bits and pieces. She was mostly thinking I'd make soup but in any case her faith in my ability is very touching. They've all been in the fridge unopened she informed me. Therein lies the problem. Veg sweating in plastic bags isn't going to last as well as veg in an open container in the fridge. Besides, the dates on them were the end of April and beginning of May.
If they're OK I thought, I'll make a veggie chili. As soon as I cut the bags though I knew they weren't OK. I'm not at all precious about 'dates' on food but they were slightly slimey and worse - had that kind of vinegar smell. Truly nothing I could do with them other than put them on the compost heap.
Tomorrow I'll get creative with the ton of celery and give some of whatever I create to Sally for her and her son. Hopefully she won't ask me about the veg. If she does I will probably tell her I made a veggie chili this evening. Which is true but obvs I didn't use the veg she gave me. Is that a bad thing? Is it lying?
I popped over to the local shop earlier this evening and on the way bumped into Tom. Tom lives the other end of my road. I wouldn't call him a 'friend' but he's more than an acquaintance. He's also a very good friend of my dear friend Suepee. Tom is a very devout Christian. He's not boring with it though - he has a great sense of humour. And is basically a very decent chap.
He asked about the house situation, I told him I'm really rather up against it short of a miracle. "Ask HIM to provide a miracle'' Tom said. "You know my views Tom" I replied. We landed up having a 30 minute conversation during which a young friend of Tom's joined us though he merely listened and didn't say anything [other than hello when Tom introduced us]. Round and round we went though in fairness Tom did and does accept my lack of religious faith.
If HE decides to ''gather you in'' Tom told me, "then he'll work from your inside and you can't resist. And you know Tiz, I think if the truth is told, you're on quite a few peoples prayer lists". Which is kind of sweet but I don't want to be 'gathered in' thank you very much.
In the end I said I was off to the shop to indulge my depravity [skimmed milk as it happens] and then intended to return home and watch the tennis [my addiction]. You're a tennis fan Tom asked to which I answered yes and maybe if HE arranged for a couple of Wimbledon tickets to pop though my door I might rethink. OK yes I know - rather flippant of me. Tom didn't bat an eyelid at that. "Wimbledon tickets" he said. "Well you never know........."