I'm Back in the Saddle Again

Back to work after the bike accident.  The quick post-wreck mac and cheese dinner made a great lunch box meal two days later.  People asked if I was sore.  The truth was things hurt that I didn't even know I had.   I worried I went swiftly into the old body night without warning.  Would I feel better than this, ever? Am I going to be the lady with the weird walk that looks like everything hurts? If it was to be true and thank God it wasn't, I didn't want to know.  The natural healing process would confirm later that I would be just fine and back to my annoyingly fast pace walk, no weird ticks. 

I made a pot of split pea soup with my left over ham bone to get back in the groove of life.  The addition of fresh dill to the traditional recipe, the only deviation, but that brightened it up quite a bit.

We headed back to the scene of the crime to say thank you to the Firefighters who let me store my bike on my way to work. P would take it in to get it fixed. We noticed the street was renamed Seven in Heaven, after the fighters from this battalion that perished on 9/11.  

This is the End Beautiful Friend

It's the end of the ham, the post Easter baked smoked ham that I slow baked all night in my little Barbie oven. We've reached the bone. It's like the carcass of a wildebeest and we're the lions lying around licking our chops.

I froze the bone and some big chunks to use for the split pea soup finale. I used my freshly made stock that I poached the chicken thighs in along with root vegetables and spices.

This was a super rich soup and since the smoked ham wasn't as salty, you really tasted the pea. We've had way too much ham but I have to say it was so incredible that you just couldn't help yourself. This soup didn't even need the croutons.