Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts

Saturday, 26 September 2009

ABC-along catch-up: R & S

I'm not very good at this regular blogging business, right? I'm trying to catch up on the abc-along, and then hopefully there will be some real posts. I haven't done a lot of knitting lately, mainly reading (and then repairing my computer when it crashed and needed a completely brain wipe, then a new graphics card), but I'm back on track.

R is for rug


I know most of you have seen my old living room rug, because I take a lot of knitting pictures on it! It was a nice cheap rug from IKEA, which served us well, but we wanted to replace it with something on which the spilled wine wouldn't show as much.
And now I have a new rug!
R is for Rug





S is for Seafood soup


Continuing on the food theme, S is for seafood soup.
Ingredients (serves 2)
- 1/2 onion, chopped
- 2 cloves of garlic, crushed
- 1/2 tin of chopped tomatoes
- ~250 g mixed seafood
- 100 g fish (we use the "fish pie mix")
- 1/2 pint chicken stock
- ~75 ml white wine
- butter
- herbs (basil, thyme, marjoram, oregano)

Melt some butter in a pot, and slowly heat the onions and garlic until softened.
Add the tomatoes, stock, a small glass of water, the wine and herbs, and simmer for ~ 25 minutes.
S is for seafood soup

Add the seafood and fish, heat up, then simmer for 6-8 more minutes
S is for seafood soup       S is for seafood soup

Serve with nice bread and enjoy!
S is for seafood soup





Finally, S is accidentally on time for Smithers. Smithers was one of my friends from university, who died this week after being hit by a bus. He was knocked unconscious immediately, so at least he did not suffer.
Smithers was a very kind and gentle person, incredibly intelligent, and with the type of enthusiasm that is contagious and actually makes things happen. We are all a bit more poor with this loss. I have accepted his death on an intellectual level, but I haven't yet truly understood what it really means. The concept of Smithers is no longer alive is too surreal to understand.