The Furious Spinner

I am up early. I've got buckwheat and blueberries in a pot awaiting me. I'm also baking sweet potato (or yam) chips. I really need to try and remember which is which when I leave the store. They are different. I thought for years they were the same, but they aren't. Both are very nutritious, but one of them gets less nutritious when cooked. Sweet potatoes have lots of Vitamin A; yams don't have any. I hope I'm remembering that right. Anyway, I've got a tasty treat in the oven. Since I can't have anything fried and I definitely can't have potato chips, these are fun. If you want to make them, you should know they don't taste anything like potato chips; they're sweet.

Sweet potato chips: Preheat oven to 350. Slice the sweet potatoes or yams thinly, like chips. Smile to yourself that you're making decadent healthy food. Rub olive oil lightly in the bottom of a glass pan—one where you can spread the chips around. Notice how nice the oil feels on your fingers. (Or if you're like my husband, notice how icky the oil feels on your fingers.) A cookie sheet would probably work, too. Put a little olive oil in your hands and rub the slices in them and drop them in the pan. Or put them in the pan and turn them around. They should not be soaking in oil; they should have very little oil on them or in the pan. Try not to have them on top of each other. Bake for about 30 minutes, but you should watch them. Do a little dance for ten minutes. Check. Now meditate. Check. Or don't multi-task at all. Bask in the silence of baking chips. It might be more than thirty minutes; it might be less. Turn the chips every 10 minutes. You don't want them to get black. Some of them can get a little brown. (The color is off in the photograph; they aren't black in "real" life.) Let them cool for a few minutes because they'll crisp up. Mmmmm!

I'm going to eat now. I'm visiting a couple of libraries today to look at their fiction collections. Then we're off to Portland to recycle and sell stuff. I'm looking outside right now. No rain. A bit of sun. Clouds hanging low in the gorge. And some giant has dusted the tops of the conifers on the gorge cliffs with powdered sugar. Oh my! I want to call Linda and tell her, ask her if she has snow at her place yet. Then we'd sit on the phone together forever until we were both cozy and warm and so hungry that we'd have to say good-bye to each other to go eat.

I miss my old sweetheart.

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