I woke to the sound of the wind blowing. Hard.
Trees whipping around, leaves flying around, chipmunks hiding, birds hiding .. a Blustery Day, as Winnie the Pooh would say.
I, on the other hand, call it a Soup Day.
I am not going out, I am not considering doing anything that involves leaving the house.
Minette and I can listen to music, read and maybe watch a movie later and I will make soup.
Yesterday I thought about it, today I will do it.
Because as we all know, when it is a Sunday, the sky is grey, the wind is blowing like crazy, there is nothing you can do but make soup.
I quit eating chicken. I don't know why, I just didn't have a taste for it and after a while I realized that months had gone by and I had not eaten chicken.
The other day I thought, I will buy a little roast chicken at the market and use it in a sandwich or something ... but no .. it still sits and waits for someone to appreciate it.
This morning, looking at the weather and listening to that wind blow, I figured, it is a
Chicken Soup Day .. if there ever was one.
I might make it this way Colombian Chicken Soup
or I might just make Grandmas Chicken Soup .. everyone knows that one.. you cook the onions, celery, carrots and chicken in water and seasoning then let it simmer and then you have
You can add macaroni, rice, potatoes or as I recently saw , dumplings.
So this is where I will be today, home, with Minette, making soup and watching the chipmunks fly by .. I will let you know if I see any little dogs named Toto flying by ...