I haven’t been feeling well today, so rather than make something complex for dinner, I went with a combo of already prepped stuff to make soup. Other than the onions, everything was in my cabinets already, so easy no thought meal.
I started by sauteeing some onions. These are cippolini ones but it’s a what you have on hand choice.
After they got a bit brown I added a cube of garlic. I really prefer using these frozen garlic cubes from Trader Joe’s. So easy and never spoil. Unless I have plans for roasting it , fresh garlic tends to sprout before I use it all.
I tossed a can of premade pumpkin into the pot. Pumpkin, not pie filling!
To get it to soup texture, I used some of the boxed chicken broth. This has the side benefit of adding a bit more flavor. I also added some marjoram, oregano and some sea salt.
Being lactose intolerant, I did not add any cream, since I was out of any of my normal substitutes, but you can easily add some to make it more creamy. I just left it slightly thicker to give it a nice feel in my mouth.
Not the best picture, but it was super yummy and fast, just the ticket on a feeling sick and rainy day.
What Did You Give Up, To Get What You Got?.
This lovely post by Rian over at Truth and Cake is just full of wisdom and goodness.
Go read and be contemplative.
I spend a lot of time in airports, as I currently travel for work. I actually am away more then I am home.
I always wonder what it’s like for other people to travel this much, because I think it’s very different for people who have someone waiting for them at the homestead.
A sense of excitement, anticipation must accompany at least the homeward bound trip.
For me there is very little of that. Going home just equates with more work. Sure it’s my own cozy bed, but unless I prepare correctly, the sheets are never clean, the fridge probably has at least one spoiled thing lurking in it, and my laundry is all dirty.
In winter it’s cold, because no one is there to warm it up in advance of my celebrated arrival. In summer, it’s stuffy hot, because you can’t leave windows wide open for two weeks.
I am likely being moved across country shortly to remedy this, and. I am honestly looking forward to it.
A new place means new decor, new challenges new ways to make it all mine. These are things I appreciate and enjoy every time I move.
Bonus that I get to stop being United’s best friend.
One of my ambitions in life is to have a getaway place where I can hide out and avoid real life.
Someday I might yet accomplish this goal, but until I do, I take mental vacations to cabins, lots of cabins.
Cabins, I’ll give you cabins!
Evidently it’s a very trendy site right now, which I will take to mean there are lots of us trapped in lives we don’t always fit into.
Because my landlords made an odd gap where one would normally put a stove vent, pretty much right over my sink instead, there was this random blank wall I stared at while doing dishes.
Along with a fixing a tragic lack of storage space, I decided looking at an odd blank spot was getting to me.
Enter, a pack of vintage postcards from ebay, all of various Southern California locations, all the nicer to remind me of home, some cheap ikea frames, and voila, its not really an eyesore anymore.
There is that old adage, but so many people sort of equate that with family. What happens when you are the only body in a house? How do you make it home?
I think it might be slightly different for the very young, who might feel their solitary domestic condition is a temporary one, but for some of us, we are in it for the longer term.
And honestly, who wants to live like a college student at 40 something? And what happens to those of us who are sincerely interested in the domestic arts, cooking, crafting, decorating. So much seems to be geared toward making things wonderful for family domeciles, recipes feed 4-6, magazines are full of childrens room ideas and articles on ‘secrets of a feminine bedroom that your husband will still sleep in’.
I think there is a way to do the domestic thing, without being the proverbial old cat loving lady. (not that i dislike cats, but there is a stereotype there)
Why not attack the household loveliness as a single person, after all….revlon tells me ‘I am worth it’!
OneBodyHome, is a place where I explore what it means to be a single woman home.
Living alone should not be an excuse to not live it up in grand style, whatever yours may be.
Downscaled recipes, with upscaled taste and sensibility, decorating projects achievable solo, and any number of other things to make your house the perfectly cozy retreat for one!