Brrrrrr
Hello Winter. Nice to see you. Sort of.
Well, actually, I'd been having a crappy week thus far, and so I made myself take the squash and yam, potatoes, leek, carrots, and collard greens in my fridge, and make them into soup.
With the help of:
yellow split peas
red lentils
homemade stock
ginger
dry mustard
hot hot Indian chile powder
fresh thyme
a few celery seeds
cider vinegar
balsamic vinegar
sea salt
a drop of honey
Considering all the angst that went into the soup, it's a miracle it came out tasting so good. And feeling so good as I ate it. It makes me think there's something alchemical about cooking. That when I am really, really upset, I can sometimes cook myself better.
No, it's not (all) about boys, or even lack of boys. It's actually more to do with professional and creative endeavors today.
For good measure I also called Boywich and asked his advice, and it was one of those conversations that make me feel glad we are friends. Glad I thought to call. Glad I actually got the words out when he saw that I'd called and called me back.
Whew.
Anyway. I have a plan now, and that's a good thing. And the soup is just damn delicious, not to mention such pretty colors that it's a pleasure to look at as well as eat.
Maybe that's enough, for now.
Not just any cooking calms me. Soup is the best. I think it's the thoughtful blending of flavors and the time it takes to simmer. Maybe it simmers all your negative thoughts and feelings away.
That last line strikes me as a plausible theory. Baking bread works great, too, but in that case, it's the pounding out of aggressions - like wedging clay. Guess I'll be baking some bread soon...
That giving out thing: It could be a tear of sort. This, from someone who knows! My insurance is the same. If you could use surgery, then they'll pay for that. The good news is, physical therapy doesn't cure tears in the soft tissue. So, maybe there is a silver lining?
Just don't fall off the toilet like I did.