2.16.2014

An Obvious Correlation

The mirrors in the men's bathrooms are more flattering, like by a landslide.  Don't ask me how I know this...I just do.  Men are on to something as evidenced by the following two truth nuggets.  They have tilted mirrors, or some other form of fun house style I'm not aware, in their bathrooms to visually lean the body out.  And then you know how some of them do that trick where they wear their pants with a belt up on the middle of their port belly so from the front they look like a cut in half svelte man but then, but then, when they turn to the side it's like they put a rubber band on an egg?  A rubber band on an egg.  You know that one right?  

I don't know how a woman could re-create that look because well...I just don't.  Titled mirrors though!  We could do that one!  

There's nowhere else to go with this other than to talk about soup.  

Clearly.  

In specific, soup out of Grandma Gladys's stainless steel pot.  It really just brings me such joy to chop vegetables and get them going in her pot.  The soup cooking with the smell wafting, knowing it's a piece from her.  Such joy.


Taking pictures of things with sunlight streaming in on a Sunday afternoon also brings me a silly amount of joy.  


This soup recipe goes something like this:

Cut up whatever vegetables you have in the fridge.  This time it was carrots, celery, leeks, brussel sprouts, kale, and a sweet potato.  Heat up olive oil in the bottom of the pot and then saute in the veggies in a smart order with salt and pepper.  Like first the carrots, leek, and celery and then add the brussel sprouts and then the kale with some crushed garlic.

Once your veggies are all sauteed, add chicken or turkey soup stock and the seasonings of thyme, bay leaves, and parsley.  Finally throw in the sweet potato chunks.  If you wanted to add noodles or rice or something else carbo-esque, go for it.

Meat or no meat?  Totally your choice.  It's a soup.  It's not fancy, nor does it have rules.  Cook it on low until you can't stand not eating it anymore. 

Such joy I tell you.  
  

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