Dog Days of Winter 2

When I was living in France many years ago, an Algerian taught me to make Algerian cous cous. Well, through the years I have refined the recipe into a healthy low-fat version. I decided to make some last night. I didn't have time to make garbanzos to add to it, so it was mainly cous cous and vegetables. I have switched to whole wheat cous cous and I don't add all the oil and butter I learned to use in France. I make it without any fat. I put some of my frozen tomatoes saved from my garden this past summer in the broth. I added carrots, celery, onion, turnips, potatoes, and zucchini. When I got back from France, I didn't even know how to say zucchini in English, Italian, or whatever. I was scrambling to find someone who knew what a courgette was! My cousin Bobbie has had some of the same problems returning from French-speaking countries where he lived with French-speaking girlfriends, trying to cook something and not knowing how to say courgette in English!

In Quebec my problem was finding out how to talk about hockey in French. I couldn't find a Quebecois who knew what goaltender, goal, glove, net, etc. meant, so I had to buy a bunch of French hockey publications and figure out the words for myself. I've been to Sorel several times and am now capable of having a perfectly decent hockey conversation in French with Marc-Andre Fleury himself.

Last night Kimberly admitted to me that her neck and shoulder has been killing her for some time, so I gave her a massage. We have decided I need to get seriously back into massage. I got my books out and my next plan is to give her the same Shiatzu massage I gave my sister a few years ago, which I found in one of my books.