Soup and Time

Nov 10

Soup and Time

My life has been taken over by soup. I think about it constantly, I have ordered 4 gallon stainless steel soup pots, and 24 inch stir-spoons, and a pallet load of wide mouth Mason jars. All other items have fallen to the wayside….. Yesterday, Market day, I forgot to make sandwiches (didn’t have time for them any way) and wow, did I catch it from my pals at the market. My sun-dried tomato hummus was made in record time and I even squeezed out a batch of Avocado white bean hummus in the last 15 minutes before my self-imposed deadline to start cleaning up. I had a delivery to make and ended up running a half hour late as it was.

Soup is all I can think about. This coming week it will be a Smoked Salmon-Corn Chowder, Split Pea, and Grampa’s Minestrone. I have ordered a 50 lb case of onions, 5 lbs of garlic, 20 lbs of carrots and I think I am ready. I do not think that I can make enough soup, that there is enough time or me to make enough soup for the Market, but I am going to try.

But at the same time, I promised sandwiches and have been eying up a panini press at the kitchen shop… many things I could make and so little time! It is fun to think about but then comes Thursday and the clock starts ticking….actually the clock at my rented kitchen stopped at 12:10 this week and I thought that I was really banging out the food in no time….imagine my surprise and dismay when my phone rang as I began a new project and I saw that it was really 3:25 pm. This is not the first time that I have been so fooled by that stinking clock and if it were mine I would have chucked it in the trash a long time ago. The battery has been replaced 3 or 4 times and each time I get lulled into a false sense of security and then wham! I am running 3 hours late! I was so tempted to stomp that clock into tiny bits (like I did an old boyfriend’s cell phone, but that’s another story) but as I said it is not mine (well, neither was the cell phone…), and I am practicing restraint. What I will do is go out and buy a new clock and only then dispatch the old one gleefully and without remorse. There is always time to make another batch of something, but I have reached the limit at long last. Ticktockticktock


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