A Tarte, a Promenade, a Jog

I like this Belgian “tarte au riz,” or “rice pie.” I’ve never tried to make it–only enjoy it while in Belgium–but I found a recipe on line that can give you an idea what it’s like. I suppose it’s comparable to rice pudding:It’s not too sweet. I like it. There’s a sugar pie that’s delicious, too, and extremely sweet; but I don’t have a photo.Here we go to the woods again for another walk/bike ride.And here we are winding through the ferns and great, huge trees of the Belgian forest. One can almost hear the duke galloping through with his entourage hunting the stag or wild boars. For us, however, it was a peaceful place for a promenade:I returned later on my own, partly on this same path, for a jog…because too many tartes requires action.And I found myself quite reflective as I passed by that second time toute seule, surrounded by ancient oaks and a place with so much history. Enjoying a quiet moment hearing nothing but the soft pad of my running shoes on the loamy path breathed fresh life into my somewhat introvertive soul.