With such unprecedented freedom, I began the day with an yoga session whilst clad only in my undies. I found it liberating to say the least.
Got namaste? Hell yes!
The rest of the day stretched before me like an inviting field of amber waves of grain. 'Twas the perfect opportunity to do some cooking.
|Humble hostess's attempt to recreate Hungarian Cajun cabbage soup|
What you see there is a bunch of garlic, onion, tomato and cabbage that will simmer on a very low heat for a few hours. I sauteed the garlic and onion in a bit of olive oil first. I also threw in some dry mustard, cumin and salt. I have no idea how it will turn out. I sure hope it's good. As you can see, I made enough to fill Uncle Sam's hat twice over.
Summit County Metroparks (a round-trip between Botsum and Big Bend trailheads, which included not one, but two passes by a renewable energy facility that was [ahem] perfumed by 100 percent Made in the U.S.A contributions to Summit County's sewage system). Fellow countrymen, consider that to be a cautionary parenthetical.
That portion of the proceedings is not what moved me to brew up this cabbage stew.
We weary pilgrims were understandably famished after such a hike. That's when the Valley Cafe appeared before us, a veritable sanctuary. Inside, my splendid king and I were treated to an extraordinary lunch that included proprietor BJ Mikoda's mouthwatering Hungarian Cajun Cabbage Soup, which this Irish Hungarian declares to be thoroughly American and possibly within her culinary expertise.
Got certain unalienable right? Hell yes!
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