I’m starting a new phase of my life – and as usual, with every new start, there are worries, and fears, but there is also hope and excitement and happy expectations.
For the first time in four years, I will have a place that is my own, and for the first time in my life, I will really have to be independent, learning to be responsible for things that are mine.
A contract will be signed, and for a period of six months, I have a home that’s truly mine.
It’s still hard to believe and accept the fact that it’s finally come to pass.
After searching so long for a place, after endless disappointments and weeks of anxiety, I’m finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Relief knowing that as the year ends, ushering in birthdays and Christmas and New Year’s, I’m literally moving somewhere. A place that hopefully takes our relationship to a higher level, one that unites us instead of dividing us, one that allows us to build on each other’s strengths and one that gives us time to reflect, and appreciate what we’ve been blessed with – each other.
It’s been a while, and hopefully this place will help us re-connect, emotionally.
Crossing every single finger and toe that this is where dreams will be revived, projects planned and that we get a glimpse, clear and steady, of a future in which both of us are happy to be in.
It’s a new neighborhood, different neighbors, unfamiliar grocers, but a pretty neighborhood to be in, one dotted with shops and bars and restaurants.
We’ll be based a corner, in a tall and imposing building whose history goes back at least a couple of decades. Where winds blow in un-disrupted from the river, and where there’s enough space for it to be a home that’s ours.
Meanwhile, it’s a step that taken my breath away.
You know the feeling you get when you’ve been wanting something so much for so long, that when it actually happens, it takes you a while to recover from your shock? Well, it’s been like that for the past few days, and between packing my things and day-dreaming of putting personal touches to the already-furnished apartment, my heart is fluttering.
It’s a new chapter, a new beginning, one with happy endings I pray.
Life brings changes, and with changes bring the possibility of improvement.
And in the waiting, between heart leaps and day-dreams, there is the feeling of comfort.
Comfort amidst new, unfamiliar ingredients, such as this bowl of warm barley smothered in a rich, thick mushroom and spring onion sauce.
A heartwarming dish that’s brimming with warmth and flavor and fills you up completely, removing every inch of cold or fear or worry.
Food that speaks kindness, love, and heartiness, and that lets you know that things will be ok.
WARM BARLEY WITH MUSHROOM & SPRING ONION SAUCE
Source: Pelusa Molina
1) 250g of uncooked barley
2) 600ml of water
3) 5 fresh Portobello mushrooms, thinly sliced
4) 5 fresh large button mushrooms, thinly sliced
5) 6 sprigs of spring onion
6) 2 tablespoons of butter
7) 2 tablespoons of all-purpose flour
8) 1 cup of cream
9) 1 cup of milk
10) ¼ cup of shredded Gruyere cheese
11) Salt & pepper to taste
1) Rinse barley and then cook in salted water until barley is tender and cooked, then set aside
2) Sauté sliced Portobello and button mushrooms in butter until golden brown
3) Add in chopped spring onions to the pan and mix well
4) Sprinkle flour over the spring onions and mushrooms
5) Combine cream and milk and heat up for 1 minutes in the microwave
6) Add cream-milk mixture to the pan and stir until its starts to boil
7) Add salt and pepper to taste
8) Divide cooked barley into 4 equal portions, and serve each portion in a bowl
9) Pour mushroom and spring onion sauce over barley, and add shredded cheese over the sauce
10) Add extra fresh chopped spring onions for garnish (optional)