whole again

Sore throat...joint and body aches...feverish...

I took a much needed sick day.

Bed rest...hot tea...

echinacea...

advil.

I haven't taken a day (truly) off

for years.

When I wasn't sleeping...I was reading.

My sick choice...

(no pun intended)

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.

Somehow...

seriously, I have no idea how...

it was downloaded onto my smart phone

along with Pride and Prejudice...Great Expectations...

both too much for a congested head.

Alice turned out to be the perfect choice.

Maybe it was the cold...maybe it was the mixture

of meds...maybe it was my foggy state...

whatever "it" was...

I found the book

delightful!

I fully agree with Alice,

"...what is the use of a book...without

pictures and conversations?"

I remember thinking that as a child...

and as I lie on my sick bed

I would stop to examine each

wonderful drawing that appeared.

I was so enchanted that I continued the adventure

and read

Through the Looking Glass.

Lewis Carroll

has many a rumor floating about...

to this day...

but he knew the heart of a child.

Even an adult child, like myself,

can admit that.

The next morning...

I felt a bit like Alice emerging

from the rabbit hole.

Somewhat healthier...not quite myself.

Hungry.

I found a recipe at

Whole Food Mommies

( I didn't name it, I just visited it!)

that used my newest purchase from Costco

quinoa (pronounced, KEEN-wah).

I altered the recipe to accommodate

my humble cupboard.

It was delicious.

So good, that I am going to share it with you.

You're welcome.

1 cup quinoa boiled in 2 cups lightly salted water

until done (15-20 minutes)

While boiling... Chop 1/2 onion,

fine...rinse 1 can white kidney beans...

drain 1 can of chopped tomatoes slightly...

chop some fresh cilantro

(I had this on hand from my lentil and

guacamole)

1 clove garlic pressed,

3 T lemon juice,

1/2 t ground cumin,

Toss all together in a bowl.

Serve with fresh chopped avocado.

Amazing.

Somehow...

Alice in Wonderland

and quinoa

belong in the same posting.

Lewis Carroll would understand.

It takes a stong woman to

admit to being a

bit mad.