Monday, September 07, 2009

Chicken soup day...

The person who is waiting for something to turn up might start with their shirt sleeves. ~ Garth Henrichs


Would you prefer to have the breeze in your hair, the radio blasting and the wind off your tail make the tall grass bow down at your passing? I have been terribly blessed to have been there. Flying down the highway, arm out the window watching in my rear view mirror at the grass falling down to kiss the earth as I whooshed by. The sun was shooting into the windows and I did not have a care in the world at that very moment but watching the line in the center of the blacktop and the visual glory of life on the road. For me it never ever got old.


Today I am in my little room. Working on my passion. I did stop long enough to put two chickens on the stove in great big pots. I went to the garden and took my yard sale basket and kitchen scissors and slowly, carefully wandered through my herbs and plants. Like a back yard grocery store, I looked and examined every item. OH I need this and some of that and a pinch of this too! I was like a little kid in a garden candy store. It was the most gratifying feeling to look at the little plants, all stretching up standing tall trying to touch me as I carefully walked by, and my knowing I planted them all.


Its chicken soup day. I put a piece of the one walla walla onion that actually grew in each pot. (I was trying to grow them for S&J) Lots of Garlic Chives. Some sage leaves and Rosemary still on the stem. Regular Oregano and some Greek Oregano (a little peppery and divine) Some kosher salt and cracked pepper and put the lid on.

Right now the house smells of the best chicken soup on the planet. Oh to have a house full of family and friends to smell it with me. (actually one of the neighbors is not well at all so I thought I might make extra soup and take some over to them. After all chicken soup is the best isnt it.)


You can choose to fly down the highway

or sit in the rest area watching everyone else go by. ~ p.hawkins


p.s. I cut another armload of herbs and walked across the street to the neighbors with my bounty and said ‘Need some herbs for cooking?” and we stood there and I let them do a taste test and boasted what each one was and made them pinch and twist each one and take in a deep breath of the aroma, then take what they wanted. I think they will cook today don’t you?