Soups on my to-make list:
The Kettle Slayer is in the kitchen now, his first tomato sauce simmering on the stove. It is bright and deep. I want to pour cream into it and make it soup. Pure comfort.
Put soup into my bowl
Warm me from the inside out
From the outside in
Feed me soup and we will laugh together through the long winter
Today we saw the most beautiful valley in all North America – perhaps in the world – and some of the world’s highest waterfalls, the biggest monoliths, and the world’s largest and oldest living things – all in one day. It was, to say the least, exhausting.
– James Fisher in Wild America
My day felt like that too.
I never buy ham salad. My mind associates the taste, sight, and smell with cat food. Not for people!
A friend had some homemade ham salad and it was offered to me. I accepted politely, held my breath, and forced myself to take a bite.
It was delicious. Now I’m off on a ham salad adventure, trying it from every restaurant and deli I encounter.
I ate ham salad for breakfast yesterday. In the bath. Total decadence.
Today a friend and I had snacky things for lunch and we discovered that ham salad and Hosta Hill Crimson Kraut on a cracker is a heavenly combination.
Next on the list to try is making my own. I have all the ingredients I think I’ll need. This will be a lot like egg or tuna salad: heavy on the personal preference. Pickles? Hard boiled eggs? Spicy or mild? Horseradish?? So many variations to explore.
Maybe my cat food associations are really with deviled ham and I’ve just been missing out on this wonderful treat all these years. Time to play catch-up!
The tomato jungle yielded great abundance. Tonight we celebrated with an herby tomato sauce over grilled flank steak. Food, wine, friends capped off a beautiful day in the middle of the most gorgeous fall I’ve experienced in the Berkshires. My afternoon in the kitchen was just what I needed to refresh my soul.
We might not have too many years left with Lima Bean at home. She knows how to make a few things to eat and reminded me this morning, “there is this thing called grilled cheese,” so she won’t starve when she’s out on her own. Still, I feel like we can do a little (a lot) better than that.
She’s been charged with making a list of ten things she likes to eat, but doesn’t know how to make. I saw the sparkle in her eye and headed her off. “If you say ‘toaster strudel’, you will learn to make them. From scratch.”
Lima Bean in the kitchen. This promises to be full of small moments to remember.