Na, Ess, Ess* (or: Soup is better than Politics)
Soup symbolizes for me, love, security, warmth and family. This is probably fairly universal, and soup is fairly old in the history of mankind:
Soup dates back to the beginning of cooking, when people noticed fat and other nutrients falling off meat being roasted over an open fire, Segan says. Archaeologists have discovered vessels dating back to prehistoric times, capable of holding water, meat and fibrous root vegetables that would soften during boilingWhenever I'm feeling low, or needy, or missing my kids & lonely, I think of making homemade vegetable soup. Notice I didn't say 'I make homemade vegetable soup,' but I do think about it (remember, my hubby's the Chef).
Like today. It's been a rough two weeks. . . which culminated in that election--and I'm feeling particularly miserable (I also am physically under the weather a little and have the chills and some GI problems which you don't wanna know about), so I think I'm going make some soup.
I found a mouth-watering article on soup in the Jewish World Review (from which the above is excerpted) that arrives in my inbox every morning, and here it is.
We were at our local Greek grocer (he always greets me with 'Shabbat shalom when I come in on Fridays) when I saw these giant zucchinis he was sellling for only 49 cents. I thought about buying one or two, but didn't. Here I'm going to lay the blame on hubby: he never thinks about soup as I do; he prefers hot dogs with sour krout and french fries, whereas my meal of choice is. . .soup.
I wanted those zucchini, and only mentioned it to him once, only half-seriously. He didn't take me up on it, and I moved on...but now, I want them--badly! I'm going to run over (it's pretty close to where we live) and buy some, and while I'm at it I'll get some carrots, parsley, cilantro, potatoes (just a few little ones) and some onions and mushrooms, maybe. And some kale (as hubby says, "kale, kale, the gang's all here." Oy).
And I'm going to saute them up (wash the leafy stuff first in salted water & check for bugs, of course), and add broth (pareve) and water and make soup. It won't be fancy like what hubby makes (Chinese egg drop, home-made mushroom, etc. - although he doesn't do much of that lately...), but it will be hearty and good.
*My grandmother (a"h) who was originally from Romania used to say to me in Yiddish when I was little, "na, ess, ess!" It meant "eat, eat!" I was a skinny thing in those days; soup sure does bring back memories. . .
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