Supper by myself tonight; Keith is working late. I had the menu in mind all day: an omlette with baby spinach, with a dab of rosemary roasted baby potatoes and carrots on the side - quick and easy with veggies left over from Christmas supper.
I came home, fed the donkeys, the cat, and the woodstove. I plugged in the lights on the Christmas tree even though it sits in the next room out of sight of the cozy, warmth of the kitchen. Ah, surely it prefers the milder temperature of the front room, anyway. The kitchen is invitingly free of clutter just now, still in that "company's coming" stage of cleanliness. As much as I love company (and yesterday it was my brother, his wife, and their delightful 9 month-old twin girls - their visit exactly what I had asked for, for Christmas), I also love that it compels one to stop knitting or reading or brooding for at least a few hours so that one can take care of some overdue housecleaning.
So the kitchen is rather tidy just now. Being one who likes her sauteed spinach on the garlicky side, I minced three large cloves of the stuff and tossed them into the heated olive oil. When slightly browned around the edges, I added the baby spinach and a dash of nutmeg, cut the heat, and left the spinach to wilt while I made ready with the omelette. Two eggs, tonight. That's plenty. Into the butter, already sizzling in the small and shallow skillet. Tilt and swirl. Use the spatula, mark an asterisk in the eggs before letting them settle down. Salt. Freshly ground pepper. A bit of Swiss cheese. Half the nicely wilted spinach (the other half is for Keith's omelette when he comes home later).
I cheat a little now by covering the skillet for perhaps a minute, or not quite, so that the center will cook and the cheese will melt before the rest of the omelette turns to rubber. Then it is folded, and it slides easily onto the warm plate that already holds the tiny warm potatoes and carrots. Perfect.
Then I remember that I'll want something to read as I dine, and all the usual clutter of books and papers has been cleared away. I go to a bookcase in the other room, thinking I'll read up on knitting technique and colorwork. I pull out a book - and the one right next to it pops out and lands on the floor at my feet. Shelve them a little too tightly and that'll happen. I pick up the book: Elizabeth David's An Omelette and a Glass of Wine. Hmmmm. A collection of essays I haven't gotten around to reading yet.
The book accompanies me back into the kitchen where - why not? - I pour myself a small glass of organic, sulfite-free "California Red" by Orleans Hill that has been sitting around opened (but stoppered) a little too long. I am not fussy about wine (meaning: I am wildly ignorant about wine). I'd rather have an omelette and a glass of beer. But, what the heck, I'll do it for Elizabeth. And so we settle down, Elizabeth and I, with an omelette and a glass of wine. It is delicious.
To my online friends, I am really sorry for going AWOL for... gosh... more than a month. I appreciate your kind thoughts, your stopping in despite my continued neglect of the Farmette Report. Things have been a little odd lately, with sad news for two of my dearest friends, and I have been in this weird space-time continuum dealie where it felt like maybe if I held my breath or just knit-knit-knit while waiting for their news, then the bad thing wouldn't be happening to my dear friends. Of course it didn't work, and all I've managed to do is be about a week late for everything in my personal life for the last month or so - or, in the case of my blog, a month late.
On the plus side, the shawl (my very first shawl) that I started Thanksgiving week is more than 80 percent done. Photos and updates soon. Yeah, you've heard that before, but really this time. You have already been so patient.
Before it gets any later, one last thing for tonight: Merry Christmas, happy holidays, and a happy New Year to you all.