Soup, Nuts and Bolts - 20 March 2011

Sunday, 20th March, 2011

I really miss playing my piano.

A piano.

Oh, Piano.  I miss you.

We’ve had an indoor day. Downloaded the Sunday Times puzzle. Typed up more writing. Set up the printer. The fireplace going the whole time. Late afternoon I prepare

Soup de Jour

 from 3 different kinds of sausage from the local butcher, 

which I brown along with leeks before adding 

parsnip, cabbage, tomato, fennel powder and white beans.  

Water to cover.  It French simmers on the stove for 2 hours,

while I finish typing.

It was important to have a “down” day. Joel’s hand is sore and in need of rest and the setting up of the Blog – our first – is time-consuming.  At 7 we stop, turn on the Ipod, and sup on soup. But first, the locking of the doors. There are a lot of keys and locks and bolts and bars here in Provence. We’re told the thieves are everywhere. And each of the four doors to the house has a different system. Turn this bolt this way, turn this one the other way, put this bar through here, turn this lock twice. For instance one door has

3 bolts

2 hooks

3 locks

2 bars

By the time I’m finished with the last door I’m not sure if I’m the jailer or the prisoner. Did I mention there is a revolver by the bed?