I think Winter, 2014 intends to yank our comfort chains, remind us that Mother Nature is the Boss! Our forecast 2-4 turned into at least 6 inches of snow. Now the temps will drop to zero tonight.
One storm right after another makes for lines at Walmart. I have done my best to stock up ahead of time. I have books, movies, tea, and books. Ah, confinement with all that is the good life! This morning we had sausage and egg breakfast, a departure from fiber muffin or yogurt. Why is it that a blanket of snow gives us permission to celebrate with food? Even before breakfast, I had a pot of vegetable beef soup going, substance for a snowstorm.
I love my own soup! It is made like my mother’s soup, long and slow in stages. The first means sweating lots of onion, celery and garlic. Then adding beef, water and a dab of beef bouillon if on the shelf. An hour later, canned tomatoes, potatoes and carrots until tender, then adding cabbage, okra, peas, and a bit of corn. This morning I found I had no cabbage, horrors! So I dropped in a spot of frozen spinach and some black beans left over from New Year’s Day. It all looks and smells wonderful. DH thinks this pot of soup springs to life by itself. He does not know the peeling, chopping, dicing, boiling, stirring…he only knows slurping! J
Before the last snowstorm I was feeling a little low and REALLY dreaded a fast run to Walmart. I did not need much and I asked DH to drive me to the door and wait for me while I fetched. He was happy to do so. I was sailing along, basket beginning to heap, when I ran into a pleasant man in the meat section. He asked me how to use the Hog Jowls he was holding in his hand. Thus a long conversation began. He let me know how hard it was to cook for himself, a single man, and how he ate too much junk food.
By the time I got to the car and explained, DH asked if the man was hunting a woman. I don’t know, but I explained to DH that it would take a much different line for this woman! No, I don’t want to hear how hungry a man is, how he needs mothering. I would look for the one that says, “I make wonderful baked chicken with a tasty broccoli side, and I would love to cook for you.” I would beat the guy to his truck in the parking lot for sure!
But that is another story. Now while soup simmers, I, still in my flannels, am going to go get lost in the pages of a comforting novel. Happy Snow Storm to you all!