June 8, 2012 § 25 Comments
So, I think I might have had more to share with you. Some further reflections, maybe a recipe, and many many thanks for your wonderful, kind response to my post about my feast. But it’s going to have to wait. It will have to wait because my consciousness has been completely and irrevocably subsumed by this soup.
It’s like a secret that’s just too good. It takes on a will of its own, growing and pushing and elbowing until it burbles out to be shared, whether or not you meant for it to be aired. I do want to share this soup with you, and it has decided that it simply can’t wait any longer.
When we ate it for supper a while back Joel exclaimed, “this is the first soup that I can say without qualification that I love.” Myself, I would count it among a very small handful of soups that I have truly loved. But it is the only one of said soups that does not also contain more than my week’s allotment of cream in a single bowl.
July 23, 2011 § 9 Comments
I’m afraid I don’t really know what to say right now. I’m in shock. Still in shock and disbelief over the unspeakable tragedy yesterday in Norway.
My parents and brother are there right now visiting the rest of our family. I got a call to say they were alright even before I saw the news. I was relieved, but also had the wind knocked out of me by the horror. I spent the rest of the day checking the Norwegian news for updates. And intermittently bursting into tears.