It’s December: is there any accounting for time at this point? So much has been lost this year, I’ve become expert at forcing amnesia. I only know it’s Wednesday because it’s Soup Day: the day of the week I cook two soups to sell locally– another Covid-forced endeavor since my private chef business has plummeted.
But this endeavor is a comfort, an enjoyable distraction– plus some pocket money to boot! This week’s menu: split pea, simmered with a smoked pork hock for depth; and mushroom barley, split between beef and vegetable stock per customer request.
Small comforts these dark days. Let’s hope the cold breaks soon, bringing light and sated appetites.