The Bicycle Thief

My neighbor across the street in the ground floor apartment makes his living delivering hot food on his gasoline powered bicycle. His bicycle is normally chained out on the sidewalk to a pole and covered in a blue tarp. 

This morning when he woke up and came outside into the snow storm it was gone. It had been chained and locked during the storm. He is on the phone now with the police. He is very upset. I feel terrible. He is a sweetheart. The neighborhood should chip in and help him. This is his livelihood.

I woke at 5AM and started shoveling the slush while I could because it will hit the deep freeze at 19 degrees tonight and lock us up in ice back here in the parking lot. Then in New England fashion it will hit 50 degrees in a few days.

Soup for breakfast dinner or lunch is soothing and friendly. I love soup in a mug. It's casual, like wearing jeans or pajama pants.

My neighbor James said I'm going to miss you. Oh, where are you going? Around the corner. He built a house on Oak Hill Ave which is a four house dead end street. You'll still be my neighbor I said, laughing. I call everyone within a mile and a half radius my neighbor.

I'd like to make biscotti but I have 6 over-ripe frozen bananas that need to be used. I also have semi sweet chocolate chips that need to be used. We'll see. And almond flour Nancy gave me.

I am fast-soaking kidney beans for adding to the beef soup. All the other buckets of soup are in the freezer.

This kitchen is hopping!!

UPDATE: My neighbor Luis told me he followed the bicycle tracks in the snow to Robinson Street and it turns out he knows the thief! Cameras have proof of the thief stealing the bicycle in the storm. WPD is all over it! Hurray for WPD.