My hands smell of ginger and garlic and cumin because I am making one of my favorite soups which is the New York Time's Creamy Cashew Butternut Squash Soup. I make mine, however, with acorn squash and sweet potatoes and I think that the sweet potatoes are a truly southern gourmet addition but that's just my own personal opinion.
I just put a huge loaf of sourdough, oat bran, and leftover-mashed-potatoes bread into the oven. It is more of a breathing mass of jiggling life than it is of what we think of as dough.
And those two things shall be our supper.
We've been getting toad-strangling rain all day in bands thrown off from Hurricane Sally which hit the Alabama coast as a Category 2 storm which isn't the most powerful but powerful enough, trust me. And because it moved so very, very slowly over the gulf it is a major rain producer and there have been floods from Alabama all the way across to the panhandle of Florida. We've been getting warnings and again, there have been times today when my yard was flooded. Lily has been sending pictures of her yard which has a small lake deep enough for the children to put on their swimsuits and wade into.
We are so lucky that that's all we're getting. I've seen pictures of bridges out and water up to the middles of cars in Pensacola.
Two and a half more months of hurricane season.
Blogger won't let me post pictures tonight which should not be a huge disappointment for you as the only pictures I have are of rain and puddles. It's been a rather quiet day for me. I woke up this morning from dreams that were not pleasing at all, to say the least. One of them, a variation on my house dreams, had changed the setting from a huge place with endless hallways and rooms and levels to a trailer which did have an upstairs and a downstairs but it was as crowded and packed with junk as any of these dreams AND it was Christmas and I was trying to figure out what to give my family members from the pile of things I'd shopped for, mere trinkets mostly, and I needed to wrap everything and it was so crowded and filled with crap in the space that I could not lay everything out, much less have room to wrap anything and then I thought about how I really did need to make Christmas dinner and there was just no way and I kept saying, "I hate Christmas, I hate Christmas, I hate Christmas."
Also, there were a whole lot of people there.
Probably all of them expecting a fine Christmas feast.
So when I woke up, I already felt overwhelmed and depressed and sad and frustrated and even angry and almost wanted to just stay in bed with Jack but I did not want to chance another dream like that so I got up which is what one does.
I've done a little crocheting. I watched a few more episodes of The Office. And perhaps motivated by the dream I ordered birthday presents for all of our September birthday babies and a little something-something for my grandchildren who were NOT born in September, selling my soul to Amazon who no doubt will use it for packing material when they ship harvested glacial ice to hell.
And so, that's how it goes here today. We dodged a bullet with a hurricane, we've probably caught up on any rain deficits we may have had, and right now I'm watching squirrels and cardinals feed from the pile of old bird seed I threw into the yard yesterday because it had become infested with tiny bugs. The chickens have been scratching at that all day, too, whenever it was dry enough for them to not risk drowning.
And now it is raining again.
I am too rain-dumbed and life-beaten to have anything else to say.
I will be interested in the outcome of your jiggling mass of sourdough life. I'm not into sourdough, but I do like the outcome of concoctions. Yesterday I wanted waffles. My waffles feature stiffly beaten egg whites. I had no milk, but did have buttermilk, and used it straight from the jug, because it needed used. The batter was unusual, thick and rubbery. The waffles were delish. Buttermilk made them tangy.ReplyDelete
I love buttermilk in my baked goods. My sourdough life bread was wonderful! Came out crispy on the outside and soft and puffy on the inside. I was quite happy with it.Delete
I'm sorry you're dreams are awful. Mine are usually just weird but not scary which I'm thankful for.ReplyDelete
I made orzo tonight for supper, man do I ever like that stuff, fast, easy and delicious.
We had a lovely day of sunshine and we walked the dogs through the trees after I picked the big guy up after work. Always makes me feel good.
Sucks that your world is flooding. I hope you guys are safe. Sending hugs and love.
I love orzo too! In fact tonight we're going to have some that was leftover from a chicken and orzo meal. I am looking forward to it.Delete
Our rain is about gone for now. We're fine here.
Sending hugs and love back.
Hugs and hopes for sweeter dreams for you.ReplyDelete
Last night's dreams were fairly innocuous.Delete
Supper sounded delicious, glad you dodged the Hurricane Bullet there, it sounds very bad in many place. Our side of the Country is still ablaze and Apocalyptic. May you begin to have pleasant Dreams instead of Nightmares.ReplyDelete
Supper WAS delicious. That soup is SO damn good that my husband who does not especially care for curries can't get enough of it.Delete
I sure hope y'all get some rain soon!
Tuned in to the weather man tonight, and all looks well at your house, that is what matters! Fingers crossed that you will be protected from all of the other hurricanes that seem to be having a big party out there. Sally left the party early, she had some riding around to do I guess.ReplyDelete
Sally did have to do some ridin' round. And she rode the Flor-Bama border hard! I can't believe how much rain we got from her. I don't even want to think about all those other storms. Geez.Delete
I've been watching the progress of that hurricane and the rain is something else so I'm glad you're safe. Oh and I get the "tons and tons of people and total chaos" dreams too, but I still haven't figured them out. Considering I live alone it's hardly applicable to me is it!ReplyDelete
Perhaps we have those dreams because we really like living without huge numbers of people!Delete
I'm glad you're not getting dangerous quantities of rain. From what I see on the news things in Pensacola are pretty dire. Sorry about the anxiety dreams -- and Christmas anxiety, no less! It's a little early for that!ReplyDelete
Birdseed infested with bugs just sounds like even-better birdseed! (To the birds, anyway.)
The same thought occurred to me about the birdseed, Steve. Seeds AND bugs? Oh yeah. Happy hens.Delete
Pensacola and the eastern gulf of Alabama are beat UP. We're really lucky here.
Having gotten tons of rain from the previous systems, I certainly know what it is like to see your yard flood (and in our case, our garages, too). Twice. Glad it hasn't been the 25+" of other locations.ReplyDelete
Figuring your Christmas dreams might be because it is being talked about more frequently these days. Given that when I went to the grocery store yesterday and could not get 50% of what was on my list, it might not be a bad idea to order your Christmas stuff now. Probably will be slim pickins' come November. Frankly, I can't get up any enthusiasm for Christmas or even Thanksgiving at the moment.
I haven't seen one bit of Christmas advertising. I just hate Christmas so much that it's a year-long dread.Delete
Stores were out of things? Damn. I'm sorry.
We used to have a house with a basement. Actually, we've lived in two houses with basements. In FLORIDA! One hardly ever flooded and one flooded quite frequently. Ugh.