We got eggplant in our CSA last week. My hubby is not a fan, so I searched for a recipe that would also incorporate other tasty goodies. Moroccan Spiced Eggplant With Kale fit the bill. The recipe leaves out where to throw in Mustard seeds so I did it with the other spices. I also put mine over Israeli cous cous. The hubby liked it and took left overs for lunch. A big win for eggplant!
I am not feeling this daring, but this Nymphalidea shawl on Knitty is amazing.
And in the writing department, I am still waiting to see if my story is accepted. The suspense is killing me actually. Unfortunately, during this waiting period I have decided the ending is all wrong and wish to God I could go back and change it. Damn. I have lived with this story for so long the characters could bleed from me at this point. Perhaps this is unhealthy. My continuing belief in and attachment to this novel reminds me of a scene in the movie "Rebecca' where the nameless gal, played by Joan Fontaine, tells Maxim (Laurence Olivier) about her painter father who painted the same tree over and over. She says, "He had a theory that if you should find one perfect thing, or place or person, you should stick to it. Do you think that's very silly?"
No future Mrs. DeWinter, not at all. I want this story published in some form. It may take a few more years, but I want it out there.
The other novel? Still waiting to be brought back to life. Poor thing. It languishes while it's author struggles to find time to get it done. I am also losing touch with the core of it and that sucks. All in due time I guess.
I have yet to mend my jeans and hope to do so today. At least it has been so warm here I do not need them yet.
Here is a random picture of our 16 year old cat, Chloe.