Me

In the woods of the world ...

The quote is from Daphne du Maurier's Myself when Young - the shaping of a writer which I finished a couple of weeks ago.

Nothing-in-the-house salad

This is what it looks like today.

So I decided to do the salad thing again (enticing spring and all that, not that it worked last week, but let's just say that I am of that old-fashioned if at first you don't succeed school of thought). There was nothing in the house though. Not the usual stuff, is what I mean. And in weather like this I was not likely to go to a shop. So:

Ingredients: Three tiny spinach leaves from my garden (which is all the snails left me, alas). Some sad, half-eaten parsley from my garden (ditto). Four olives. Found in package at back of fridge. No mould so should be okay. The leftover half-a-tomato from yesterday's cheese & tomato sandwich. The half-a-roundel of feta cheese left over in the bottom of the jar. Still edible though. Half-a-tin whole kernel corn. And then the thing that transformed this sad pile of leftovers into a salad fit for a king - Oded Schwartz's fantastic preserved lemons - just a small slice, chopped up and mixed with the rest of the ingredients. The lemon slices are preserved in olive oil with a hint of paprika and cayenne pepper, utterly delicious! No dressing or other seasoning needed.

Weekword: Carpe Diem

Line chose this week's word. See her blog for other participants. Have a great weekend, all you lovely people. And remember to Seize the Day!

This Space

I do try.

Art is Consolation

Heard in a lecture I attended last week: Art is consolation in the face of Chaos.

Weekword: Fragment

This spread in my art journal feels unfinished; I am sure I will still add to the fragments on this page. The line is from the poem A Fragment by Anne Bronte.
(This week's word was chosen by Nathalie; other participants are listed here).