Those of you who live alone have welomed this state in your life or have accepted this state in your life or have become so familiar with this life style that you are surprised that it is considered a lifestyle.
My husband has been on a long two week junket far overseas. He loves chasing the gold ring (my interpretation--actually he wants to save the world economy one village at a time) and I like having the peace of being alone for these two weeks. But, I am now in my 10th day and I must admit that it is getting very easy to fall into a rut.
- sleeping when and where I want
- eating when and what I want
- watching when and what I want on TV
- reading as long as I want
- spending as much time on the Internet as I like
Anyway, yesterday I fixed the lunch above for myself (perhaps motivated by Mindful Woman.) We have a two-year-old fig tree and this is the first year it is beginning to produce a reasonable crop of figs.
These brown orbs are most exotic to me, like some strange fruit from ancient Persia. When I see them I think of men in turbans and robes sitting on oriental rugs and passing dates and figs on shiny brass trays.
Figs ripen surprisingly fast, and once you pick them, you have 24 hours to eat them or they become their own version of jam or mush. They are most delicious with blue cheese or goat cheese. I ate this lunch very consciously and slowly the other day. Then with the rest I made fig cake. I am trying to be less of a slug and more of a harem girl.