Horses are so beautiful. I drew the one above yesterday in honor of the Chinese New Year. My oldest daughter was born in the year of the horse. Those who are born in the horse year are known to be energetic, intelligent, and thrifty. They are well-liked and funny. (Got that from Panda Express).
Both the girls love horses but the youngest daughter is in love with them. She plans to own her own horses and a horse stable someday. She rode her first horse when she was three and I guess that did it. She wanted horse lessons but that won’t be happening for a couple of reason.
Here are photos of horses I took awhile back. The first one was taken circa 1997 in Estes Park when my siblings and I went lodging there and rode horses. The rest were taken on a farm of husband’s co-worker four years ago.
My daughter is really excited about competitions starting in a couple of weeks. These are her outfits. Clockwise from top left: Tap, Lyrical, Jazz, and Musical Theater.
Here’s another end of year share of some favorite music I listened to throughout 2013. This time, I’m sharing my picks from epic music. I started listening to epic music in early spring and got hooked.
1. “The Last Leaf Falls” by Lucas King
2. “Finale” by Future World Music
3. “Something to Believe In” by Epic Score
4. “Angel” by MG Music
5. “Stargazer” by Dirk Ehlert
6. “Whisper of Hope” by Gothic Storm
7. “World of Dreams” by Future World Music
8. “Away” by Shane Calhoun
9. “Breach of Trust” by Xtortion Audio
10. “Remember Me” by Ivan Torrent
I know it’s weird to eat herbs that I don’t even know the names of but trust because my parents have always eaten them. As a kid, I would eat the herbed chicken soup Mom made without ever wondering what the herbs were. I just remembered it tasted good.
I still don’t know what the herbs are called…except for maybe the herb farthest on the right. I think that one is called Angelica. To make this dish, use a sprig of each of the different herbs in the photo except for the Angelica. Just use about an inch tip of that one.
Boil the herbs with a about a pound of cubed chicken in water. Add salt and pepper to taste.
Mom used to make this with organic whole chicken freshly killed…most the time freshly killed but frozen. Since I don’t kill my own chicken, and will never, I just buy the breasts from the local grocery store.
There is a really calm effect from this soup. Once, when I was working and running around with so much going on, I sat down to this soup and instantly, like a light switch, I was calmed. Relaxed. That’s when I realized this soup was not just any soup to fill my tummy. It has some power to it. Not enough to do anything crazy but enough to calm my senses. This soup is especially good during cold winters and when I’m feeling a cold coming.
I haven’t eaten duck eggs for maybe almost 15 years now. Maybe longer. I was never afraid to eat them. Mom made them look so good and tasty and that’s how I’ve remembered them. It was a delicacy. Mom seemed to only buy them when she had extra money. Sometimes we had to share them.
A couple of months ago I saw duck eggs at the Asian market and decided to buy a couple for my daughters to try. Their reaction was funny. Funny to me. They were actually freaked out that I would even consider eating a duck egg. I boiled them anyway and cracked the shell. There inside was a baby duck. My girls screamed and refused to get a closer look. They were just grossed out, scared, and shocked.
“Mom! How could you!” My 11-year-old yelled. I don’t know. I guess times have changed.
If you’d like to see what it looks like cracked open, click here. I decided to make it a link just in case anyone gets grossed out. Warning: it is not a good sight. I happen to not think too much of it. It’s just a cooked duck egg and to me it tastes good.