Roikkuvat pilvet / Hanging clouds

Harmaata harmaata. Pilvet roikkuu taivaalla. On sumuista. Sataa ihan pienen pienta tihkua. Saa on vahan niin kuin oma mieliala. Ei paljo kehuttavaa. Takana aika laila uneton yo ja aikainen nousu lasten kanssa, jokta eivat suostuneen pysymaan sangyssaan paljoa kuuden jalkeen. Useat teekupposetkaan eivat oikein piristaneet paivaa. Kauppaan oli pakko raahautua vaikkei mitenkaan olisi tehnyt mieli. Tallaisina paivina tekisi mieli vain kaivautua vallyjen valiin ja jaada sinne.
Laitoin aamupaivalla padan porisemaan: kanaa, sipulia, valkosipulia, tomaattia, mausteita. Se sai muhia viisi tuntia kaikessa rauhassa. Lisaksi vahan oliiveja seka sitruunankuorta ja persiljaa. Lisukkeeksi riisia. Tuloksena "Kana Provençal". Varsin maukas tuttavuus. Taman paivan kohokohta.

Grayer than gray. Clouds are hanging from the sky. It's misty. It's spitting the finest of fine spray of water. The weather is like my mood. Not much to brag about. Behind pretty much a sleepless night and early morning with the children who did not want to stay in their beds much after six. Numerous cups of tea have not really brought any light in my day. I had to drag myself to the store as well to get groceries. On days like this I would just crawl under the covers and stay there.
I put the slow cooker on in the morning: chicken, onion, garlic, tomatoes, spices. That got to simmer for 5 hours in all its glorious peace. Then add a bit of olives and lemon zest and parsely. Serve with rice. Result "Chicken Provençal". Rather tasty acquaintance. Absolutely today's high point.