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Baffled by soup

The soup was only okay in spite of good ingredients and the same steps that have produced outstanding results. That’s how it goes.

There’s basil, parsley, garlic, collard greens, cabbage, carrots, onion, chicken sausage and homemade chicken stock. Added hot sesame oil and a squeeze of lime at the end. Maybe the lime was a mistake? Unlike softer greens which can be thrown in at the end or even off heat, I wilted the collards and green cabbage in advance.


when I chop garlic, I chop enough for days

Sad to say, I broke my favorite knife in the process (the ceramic chef’s knife that was a Christmas gift years ago). I dropped it in a moment of distraction created by the hot handles of my Dutch oven. That made me decide to replace the damned pot (not the one in the picture) — in addition to poorly designed handles, its heat conduction is awful, producing side scorching and smoking olive oil routinely. Enough!

Besides, you should see the beauties I can get with frequent flyer miles!

Ron Swanson and chicken soup

IMG_7465Ron Swanson — the gruff libertarian from the ‘Parks ‘n Rec’ sitcom — appeared in a dream last night. In the show he is a secret jazz musician, which is surprising, because his character is otherwise abrupt, hyper-masculine, and unaccommodating of the usual rules of civil discourse. In my dream, we were to dance the tango. I won’t bore you with the details, but the gist was that connecting is so, so important and that it can be done simply. Unannounced even. Without drama. It was also clear that some drama melts away in the presence of community.
IMG_7614There’s a difference between well-enjoyed solitude and isolation. Sometimes one slides a little too readily into the other.

This is on my mind, in part, because a friend of mine fell and broke her hip on Thursday. She lives alone. Her parents are gone, her siblings live in distant states. But, she has a wide and well-tended circle of friends. Yesterday’s big batch of chicken soup was made for her… and once I get over the shock of being old enough to have friends who fall and break their hip, I will move on to appreciating a friendship that has spanned almost thirty years.