Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Here I Am Tonight, Just Trying To Make The Kitchen Smell Good

I am waiting for Mr. Moon to get home and am making supper. I made a soup because that's what I do. When the refrigerator is full of this and that I make soup. This soup has so many ingredients in it I don't know if I can list them all.
Here are some:
Leftover pinto beans and rice
Mustard greens and arugula from the garden
Carrots
Leftover green beans and potatoes and the liquid they cooked in
Liquid I cooked greens in last week (some call this pot liquor)
Celery
Onions
Garlic
Corn
Stewed tomatoes.
A little bit of deer sausage

I can always tell when I have added enough ingredients to my soup which is when the pot is too full for one more ingredient. Okay. Sometimes I switch to an even bigger pot and keep adding but that's insane. Only two people live here, you know. Technically.

I also have bread rising.


I use the term "rising" a bit inaccurately. Although it does have yeast in it, even an experienced rabbi would have a hard time determining that once it's baked. This is because I am making what I like to call "hearty bread." It has flax and wheat germ and oatmeal and all that other good stuff in it. Also, an egg from Carol. I did the float-test which Miss Maybelle recommended and all but two of the dozen eggs we'd found sank right to the bottom and laid on their sides as they were supposed to if they were fresh. And indeed, when I broke the egg it seemed completely lovely.

And so that's all happening in the kitchen and I have been trying like crazy to get my blog list back up and I'm having a devil of a time because it won't transfer my entire google reader since the domain change and so I've been trying to enter things by their URL's and then every time I'm almost done (and this takes a long damn time), I accidentally click the box out into cyber deep space and it's gone and all my work with it.
So shit fire. I have a call into my Tech guy (Hank) and I'm also hoping that it will all just magically reappear at some point.
Who knows?
It is Christmas, the season of fucking miracles.
Right?
Also, I am putting back the dreaded word verification. I am getting spam out the yang and for some reason (transition?) I can't delete it and that sucks. I know it sucks for you to have to do the stupid CWI (commenting while intoxicated) test word, but I refuse to have spam for Cialis on my posts.

And now I'm going to go see if I can get my old Singer working because I want to make a stuffed animal chicken for Owen out of an old cashmere sweater which I have washed and accidentally dried into elf-like proportions. It's just an idea. But I'd sure like to do it. I have been inspired by Ms. Adrienne and if you've never been to her site, please go visit and be boggled with what she does with recycled materials. She makes MAGIC! My chicken will not in any way, shape or form be magic but I'd just like to do it.

So that's me tonight. What are you doing? I hope you had a good day. I did. I went out to lunch with Jessie and we ate at the restaurant where May works. The woman sitting next to us said to her dining companion, "That waitress is so nice!" She didn't know she was sitting right next to that waitress's mother. I beamed. May is nice.

And so was lunch and so was going to see Owen for just a moment because I can't spend a day without him and I'll be getting him tomorrow afternoon and then on Thursday at six-thirty a.m.! Yes! A!M!
Well, that's okay because I love him and I will gladly get up to be with that boy. And oh! I forgot to tell you that he rolled over today! Lily called me and told me. He rolled from his tummy to his back. Twelve and a half weeks old! What can I say? The kid's a damn genius! He'll be on roller skates by Valentine's Day!

Christmas?
Oh yeah. Whatever.

Perhaps we shall eat soup. It's going to happen no matter what and those pillowcases are going to have something in them, even if it's not much or very impressive. But there you go- at least I'm not stressing out. I hope you aren't either.

13 comments:

  1. I had such a good time with you at lunch today. It was delicious and your mood was so nice, it made me a very happy child. So thank you for doing that with me. And May- she really is the nicest, to say the very least.

    And now, I wish I was eating some of that awesome soup.

    PF- That wreath is magnificent!

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  2. We are eating tamales and rice, and I ahd a lovely gift from someone anonymously today and that was really neat, and really, all things considered, life is pretty good.

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  3. your soup looks delish. we went to Dakota's therapy appt. today at 2 and had a really good session. i am loving his therapist, a young East Coast Columbian graduate who is bright eyed, sharp minded and works with teenagers regularly. she's got a caring heart and is not burnt out. i think she is going to do D much good.
    and yay to peppermint mocha fraps. and yay to ms. moon's blog. xo

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  4. I had my split pea soup today, and it warmed every part of my body. Soup is good stuff.

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  5. I just got home from taking a load of stuff over to my new apartment...I make the drive to Kentucky tomorrow. It'll be good to get home!!

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  6. I'm not stressing much. I don't feel ready but will be glad to be with my family. Guess it will get done.

    That's so neat about the nice words about May that you got to hear!

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  7. That soup sounds perfect, except for the sausage, deer or otherwise .

    Oh, I'm so happy you go to hear a genuine gush of one of your children. Those moments are the best.

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  8. Many years ago I was watching a cooking show on PBS. The cook was a French woman and she called what you described 'garbage soup'. It sounded much better in French! I sounds very good, your soup.

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  9. I'm hosting Christmas Eve for our family this year, and much to everyone's chagrin...I'm having Potato Leek soup and rolls for dinner. I had this idea that we could all pick a different type of soup for every year...and since both my dad and I are vegetarians I thought soup would be an excellent option. My brothers and children aren't in agreement with me. Alas. You can't please everyone (I'm making hot shredded chicken dip to appease them).

    And Max started rolling over at 1 month old. You couldn't ever leave her for a second. She was a rascal from the start.

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  10. HoneyLuna- It was really fun. I love you, baby.

    Kori- Sounds perfect!

    Maggie May- Oh honey! I am so glad you've found some help you can believe in. Hurray for YOU! All will be well. I know it. That boy is built of love.

    Nancy- It IS!

    SJ- Travel safely, sweet girl.

    Joy- You know it was.

    Deb- The soup would have been fine without the sausage but it was good with.

    Sandra- Exactly. Garbage soup.

    Erin- That sounds perfect! Yum! And one month old? Okay. SHE'S a genius.

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  11. I swear I go out of town for work in one day and miss so many great posts! I love this post because so many things you wrote made me smile. I use the word yang too. Usually I say ying yang. And I love the idea of making something out of a cashmere sweater. And saying it had elf proportions was the best.

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  12. Gotta love a woman who makes soup and bread, names a feral chicken, eat her eggs, and can't stop kissing her grandson on the head.

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