While working like a maniac yesterday, I did manage to find time to make a little soup. What a fabulous way to celebrate fall! My household has just two members, my husband and I, so I don’t always have access to bones from which to make a tasty broth. But at the recent church potluck I asked if anybody was going to take home the turkey bones. Nobody claimed them, so I took them home and I spun that hay into turkey soup gold.
There are few things in the world that smell quite as awesome as homemade turkey soup bubbling away on the stove. Homemade soups are healthy and delicious! They often have a small amount of meat, a whole lot of vegetables, and you get to choose just how much salt to put in there. (Many commercial soups are extremely high in sodium, so buyer beware!) Also, if you like, you can separate out your broth from the other ingredients and refrigerate after cooking. Once cooled, you can scrape the fat layer off the top if you like your soups a little less oily. Or leave it in. It’s your soup, so make it just how you like!
But one of the things I really love about soup, is that I think you can taste the love in there. Seriously! Soup is one of the original slow foods, and the anticipation and the bubbling and the stirring and the steam and the aroma fills your heart as well as your tummy!
So, in this time of crazy holiday schedules and stress, I suggest that you set aside just a little time, get out your biggest pot, grab some veggies and an onion and some garlic and make some soup.
In the name of true confessions, I eat in my car more than I would like. I am really struggling to schedule my life a little less tightly so that I am not so tempted to just grab something to eat on the way to somewhere. Because from the standpoint of being way overscheduled and experiencing multitasking run amok, the drive-thru is awesome. From the standpoint of health, happiness, joy, wellness and having the remotest chance of actually enjoying my food, not so much really.
Now, I don’t want to dis drive thru dining if that floats your boat. If you’re a consenting a-dult, you get to make your own choices. I just know that eating drive thru while negotiating 80 MPH LA traffic which is randomly punctuated with 2 MPH LA traffic (encompassing both fast food and slow food in the same journey) is not conducive to good digestion. And since eating can be a super-awesome pleasurable thing, it’s sad to see it reduced to a situation where I can’t enjoy it or focus on it. Drive thru dining does not always offer the healthiest food options. And the recent McDonalds apple slice recall is making me reluctant to order anything that hasn’t been cooked until it is well and truly dead.
So my little chickadees. If drive through dining rocks your world, by all means, go to it. But if it’s simply a matter of needing to prioritize joyful eating in your life, then I’d like to invite you to get up a few minutes earlier, drive a few minutes further and take a few minutes longer so you can sit down at a table, tuck your napkin under your chin, and really savor the tastes that life has to offer.