A simple lunch

Before Ken got back last week with CHM, I had several days on my own for meals. I ate some zucchini, some pasta, some ham. One day I cut up some chicken breasts and marinated them in an Asian sweet and spicy sauce, then put the strips on sticks and grilled them.

Lunch for one.

I served that along side the patty-pan squash that I had steamed and a bowl of basmati rice. Very tasty!

On Sunday evening while I was out with the dog, I chatted with some of our neighbors about the early morning car mystery. One set of neighbors had heard the car, too. They assume that it's the local gendarmes who are patrolling at night after the gypsy "riots" a little over a week ago. I don't agree because I don't think the gendarmes would use someone's yard to turn around. Besides, if they were patrolling, I think they'd go all the way to end of the street before turning around.

I also talked to Bernard and Maryvonne, whose yard is where the car has been turning around. They haven't heard a thing, but while we were talking Bernard put two sawhorses across the access to his yard (he uses them in winter to keep cars off the wet grass). The car did not show up Sunday night.

I'm sure the neighbors think I'm nuts. Crazy American!

Interestingly, this morning at four-thirty a car came up the road. But I'm pretty sure it wasn't the same car as before because a) it drove right past Bernard's drive and turned around at the end of the road, and b) it didn't sound like a diesel engine. Not to mention that it was a half an hour late.