Soup. It's What's For Dinner

Well, well, well. 
I knew in the night that I was getting sicker or had another sickness or something because I was having some deep and productive coughs. Not so many but the kind that mean business. Woke up feeling shitty, reached over and knocked my Yeti cup of water over which of course tumbled to the floor, lid off. 
Knew it was gonna be a day. 

I felt terrible- not so much with sickness although I felt yucky for sure but because it was my day to get the boys and no way I was going to manage that one. So between that and feeling massive guilt at exposing everyone in Tallahassee yesterday to whatever this is, I called Vergil and cried on the phone. I get so emotional when I'm sick. He told me not to worry, he could cover the situation but I still felt horrible. I have not had to miss very many grandmother-duty days in all the years I've been doing this and it sucked. I told him I wondered if maybe the first thing I got at the beginning of the week was actually the first thing August got which was pretty light (I had been exposed to him last Thursday when he was coughing) and then when the boys came over on Friday, both Mr. Moon and I were exposed to the Flu B that made him run a fever and necessitated a visit to the doctor. 
"It's quite possible," said Vergil. 
Whatever, Mr. Moon was hacking up stuff too and I cried talking to him and then apologized for being so emotional and said, "Let's just take a nice relaxing day." 
"Nah, I feel fine!" he said. Hack hack. And then he listed several things he needed to do and he ended up over at Tom's, trying to figure out why Tom's planer was not working and he spent all day long doing that. 
That man. 
I took a covid test. Negative. 

So I did crosswords and washed about ten items and hung them on the line and watered the front porch plants and worked on my jigsaw puzzle and sat on the couch and watched part of a movie (This is Where I Leave You) that didn't suck but was quite predictable and formulaic. So yeah, I haven't finished it but I'm pretty sure there will be no huge surprises. It has some good actors in it. Here's the trailer in case you would like to be amused for two minutes. 

I got to see Dax Shephard's ass, albeit very briefly, and that alone was worth the price of admission. Dax is the host of the podcast "Armchair Expert" which Jessie turned me on to a few years ago (I recently discussed this, didn't I?) and now we both have little crushes on him. 

And I made soup because of course I made soup. Making soup is what I do. This one is a garbanzo bean, sausage, sweet potato, tomato, and cabbage soup. 

It's got lots of onion and garlic and cumin, too. Perhaps it will make us all better. I also got out one of my old, old favorite cookbooks. 

I was thinking how good this bread would be with the soup. 

It's the closest bread I've ever been able to bake that resembles the bread they served at Hanuman's Conscious Cookery in Denver where my tastebuds and consciousness were both awakened in the early seventies. If you would like to read an old post of mine that talks about this sacred restaurant you can go HERE.

You know what? Reading my old posts is like looking at old pictures of me. I was a better writer by far back in the older days, just as I was far better looking then than I realized. 

Depressing. 

I was probably a better cook back then too but at least no one's complaining about that. And right now my kitchen smells heavenly with the cumin and sausage and beans simmering away and I just put the loaf of bread in the oven so soon the scent of cloves and molasses will join the others in the dance of dinner. The sausage in the soup is venison, the sweet potatoes are from last summer's crop of volunteers that will obviously never not come up year after year. They are skinny and sometimes gnarly but they taste lovely and store nicely for a very long time. 

And there you are. Here we are. 

I wonder if August wondered and worried why I wasn't picking him up early the way I usually do. I so hate to disappoint my grandchildren. 

We will play Monopoly next week, good Lord willing and the creek don't rise. 

Love...Ms. Moon