|Our friends Ron and Jane at Christmas.|
Last week Ron gave us all a big scare: a very serious heart attack.
During stressful times, there are really only two choices. Either you stop eating, or you eat like a locust. At Flower Farm, we are card-carrying members of the latter camp. So we helped the best way we knew: food offerings.
While in the hospital, Ron the Patient was getting broth and Jello on a hospital tray. For his worried wife and daughters, though, the situation clearly called for comfort food. Crockpots and casseroles.
So we cooked up some BBQ pulled pork, rolls, cheesy creamy potato casserole (I'm not calling them funeral potatoes because he lived! Ron lived! But that's what they were), a veggie balsamic-herb medley of asparagus, zucchini, peppers, mushrooms and onions, and chocolate cake with chocolate frosting.
Ron is home now and doing a little better every day. We are grateful. Because this world needs more Ron.
He is a big kidder and likes to laugh. I've been teasing him about his new "heart healthy" diet, insisting that he will now need to subsist mainly on twigs, nuts, berries and pebbles. (I used to be a healthcare professional. I know things.)
Today I'm sending over another meal, and since this one will include Ron, the menu selection needed more restraint, fat and calorie-wise. So I made soup.
|The roasted tomatillo verde soup base doesn't|
look very appetizing, I'll grant you.
But trust me: it's amazing.
Avacados are probably okay for our boy Ron. But Monterey Jack cheese, tortilla chips, and sour cream? Not so much.
|Organic, non-GMO and no salt... it all sounded hopeful. |
But on second thought, no. None for Ron.
Sour cream label: "Sorry, man."
Cheese label: "Absolutely not."
And so on and so forth.
Still, I didn't want him feeling left out. So as an extra thoughtful and caring gesture, I also sent some special toppings, just for Ron.
|Ron Toppings: |
pinecones, gravel, sunflower seeds, twigs
Farm food and friendship. Nothing fancy, but I sure hope it does their hearts good, and gives them a little chuckle.
PS. I also sent the food with an extra special delivery guy -- the boonies version of Waiters on Wheels. Pretty sure Ron and Jane will like that.
|My Daddy, friend to all, |
and the world's greatest food deliverer.
|Pinned a note on my Dad, just in case he forgot what he was doing. (While he was here waiting for me to finish packing up the food, he went to the bathroom but forgot to pee. Just sayin'.We had a good laugh about that.)|