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.
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2 comments:
Food is good.
Cooking not so much.
I think this was my one food blog.
http://billstankus.blogspot.com/
2008/04/nothing-like-good-breakfast.html
And I envy your experience of seeing a large exhibition of Hopper's work.
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.
ENVY MY EXPERIENCE!
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