Tuesday, November 18, 2008

SOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUP. And on being a lump.

I made a simple cabbage soup from the French Farmhouse Cookbook this evening. It was elegant, hearty, warming, and delicious.

In other news: It is dark and cold and I am becoming a lump. Though in fairness to myself, I did take a 30 minute walk yesterday, when school let out but before the sun went down, and I did about 30 minutes of yoga, as well. But then I stayed up too late and woke up too early. As a result, today I was sleep-deprived while minding 8th graders, and when I came home I fell asleep on the couch without much ado. Upon waking, I peeled myself off the couch and made soup while G. went to volleyball alone. (My rotator cuff is Not Quite Right. I could certainly use the exercise and the leaving-the-house, but my shoulder needs to work into old age.) He came home, we ate soup, we watched The Mentalist, and here we all are.

I had grand plans to exercise and to do some work for my classes. But I am foggy-minded today, and it's cold out. I feel all the more lumpish because my husband went to volleyball and came back energized, but I just puttered around.

The soup was probably my crowning achievement for the day. I'm trying to decide whether that's sad or not.


Bill Stankus said...

Food is good.
Cooking not so much.

I think this was my one food blog.


And I envy your experience of seeing a large exhibition of Hopper's work.

kStyle said...

Ah, for me, cooking is my creative outlet. As I got into the workaday world, I found I lacked time to draw or act or choreograph, but I did need to prepare food every day. If I were an artist like you, I might never have picked up my wooden spoon, remaining content to order in.