I’m back in the kitchen, although when my husband or mom notice they often come and shoo me out.  But I’ve made beef bourgignon (pretty much the Julia Child recipe) and a few other things in the past week.  We had mushrooms twice in the last few days, and both times I secreted a few out of the sautéeing pan & into a tupperware in the fridge with the idea of making soup.

Today as lunchtime rolled around I got started with the ends of bacon I hadn’t used, some leftover thyme sprigs (in a cheesecloth thing) an onion & clove of garlic, and the most ordinary of mushrooms in some beef stock.  I let it all cook for about 15 minutes, then hit it with my stick mixer (love that thing) then stirred in rather a lot of crème fraîche (maybe half a cup?) and the added in the 2 fancy kinds of mushrooms (which I left as slices).  I let the whole thing simmer another 10 minutes and then had the wherewithall to chop up a few sprigs of parsley so it was really pretty (I admit I rarely do this).

It was easy.  It was delicious.  I had two bowls.

I’m feeling a lot better.  I’m still trying to keep taking it easy, it’s still hard for me because most of the time I feel fine & it’s not until a few hours after overdoing it that it hits me.  Tomorrow I see the doc & hope to get authorization to swim & exercise a bit more than I’m doing now.  What I’m really hoping for is a clean pathology report, actually, but I’m trying not to think too much about it.

My mom left this morning.  She really got on my nerves last week for a few days, but then suddenly she didn’t, and I really enjoyed having her around for the last week.  I’ll miss her.