I was mixing up a quart of plain yogurt, with multi-grain oatmeal, fresh blueberries, with a splash of honey and vanilla. As a final touch, I was adding cinnamon.
I needed the cinnamon because it helps regulate blood sugar. I'm trying to reverse diabetes with diet. After I had sprinkled liberally, I smelled something funny. It was cumin. It went all over the blueberries and yogurt, sticking to the squirt of honey, swimming in the splash of vanilla. I scooped out some of the blueberries, rinsed them off. Still there was cumin stuck everywhere.
I added lots of cinnamon, stirred it all up, then stuck it in the refrigerator to soak. The next morning, in my half sleep, I scooped out a bowl of the breakfast mix. It was cold in the motorhome, about 54F degrees. I turned on the heat, then crawled back in my warm bed, with my breakfast bowl and spoon. I tasted the yogurt mix, wrinkled my nose, then remembered, it had cumin in it.
Well, it sure gave it a Mexican flavor!
Tonight I need to make more yogurt, but I am so tired.
Another article I wrote was finally published today. The notice made me giggle. I had forgotten the whimsical title I gave it:
I've been trying to organize links to all my articles scattered across the web. Some of the titles I chose, some were assignments with a title already set in stone. One was a bad title, I didn't like the assignment at all, because it was negative, but I turned something in anyhow. Incredibly, it was accepted and published. That one was:
I liked the title to this one though, because I got to pick it myself:
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I'm a big boy now!
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