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notes from a quilter, collage artist, fabric collector

Wicked good carrot soup

Not a great picture but what a tasty soup!

Here’s my version of Fall Carrot Soup

Make the chicken stock:

Boil a chicken carcass from a previous meal in a Dutch oven with plenty of water. Add: onion skins and ends from one medium onion, ends and peels from six or seven carrots, tips and ends of seven stalks of celery, ten cloves of garlic, rosemary, thyme, and bay leaf. S&P.

(The onions, carrots, and celery from above will go into the soup).

Make the soup:

Rough chop a medium onion and sauté with three cloves of garlic, as well as thyme, rosemary, oregano (except for the oregano, I used fresh herbs).

Add six or seven chopped carrots and three chopped celery stalks.

Ladle in enough stock to cover and then some.

Add two tablespoons of tomato paste and two teaspoons of fresh grated ginger.

Cook until carrots are soft and then using an immersion blender, make a puréed soup.

Serve with chopped dill and thyme, more salt, and a swirl of garlic-infused olive oil.

I probably would have added a tablespoon or two of heavy cream or marscapone if I’d had any in the fridge, but this recipe was delicious without them!

Who’s weirder?

So lately this person comes over to the playground between 5 and 6:00 a.m., hops onto a swing and then pumps hard and hums for a while.

It’s a better sound to wake to than the beeping of trucks in reverse (which we had a lot of this summer while the city repaired nearby sections of Route 9), but it’s a little weird.

They’re not singing exactly. They’re making melodic sounds but not really a tune.

This has been happening for months so this morning I had to see where it was coming from — ah, over the fence.

This morning I took this video clip, all the while wondering: who’s weirder, the person humming and swinging across the fence or the person in her pajamas filming them at 6:10 a.m.?

PS. I FOUND ANOTHER TYPO IN MY BOOK TODAY. Good grief. (I’m preparing for the indigo weekend in Santa Fe next month).

Two shots

Got my Covid and flu shots yesterday and, for the first time ever, I am wiped.

Tylenol, electric blanket, Salon Pas for the lower back. Probably not gonna attend Newton’s weekly Saturday protest today.

Do you see it?

How the ordinary is anything but!

Patio poem

My first fall without you since you were born thirty years ago. 

The crickets sing

and the breeze makes the down-hanging maple branches sway.

The light is fading. Fall comes. Fall comes and you will not be in it. 

I sweep the patio, remembering the sound of your voice. A bird zooms 

past within inches of my head, an energetic thrumming. 

Was that you?