I'm back in the land of heat, although now temps are lovely by most peoples standards. It is Sunday and I am attempting to re-create the delicious chicken soup that I made, and subsequently ruined, (darn those Gluten free noodles!) over Christmas break. While sequestered in my little house with a nasty cold I made a GIANT batch of soup and it was really good. I lived off the broth for 2 days letting it simmer all day on the stove. By the end of the 3rd day however, all the starch from the GF noodles had sunk to the bottom, burned and made the whole batch taste like burned rice syrup. Heavy sigh!
I've had a hankering for the good soup ever since and figured I'd better simmer while the simmering weather was good.
Tomorrow will mark a week since my return. It is strange how quickly it seems I never left at all. An eventful week, but most too trivial or complicated to explain. I'll try a bit though.
As most of you know my cold fusion research takes me to the realm of teaching, which I don't discuss too often. I'm making an exception today. (it must be the soup) Anyway, during my first class of the semester as I went over the syllabi and discussed material a loud thud occurred across the table from me. The thud was caused by a students head hitting the cement as he passed out.
It is a long and complicated story-just know the student is ok..I think- but in looking back I feel certain the kid had a petit mal seizure of some sort. He kept saying he just fell asleep. I have rarely fallen sidways in a board like manner, smacked my forhead directly on a cement floor and stayed unconcious for 2 minutes when "falling asleep".
I was calm the whole time, but in truth it really threw me off my game for the rest of the day. I forgot to give out some supply instructions, had a major hot flash (of course), didn't get some paperwork done, etc. Oh well.
Later that night I learned of the death of a good friends mom. I knew her mom well and was sad to hear of her loss. Then I got in a funk considering my own selfish self and pondering the loss of my mom. In the end it really is all about me.
Apparently in the hopes of comforting myself, since I have little to offer elsewhere, I am making a giant pot of soup. I hear it can work on the soul?
In truth I wish I were where I could give my friend a giant hug and hold her hand. In fact, I wish I were where I could hug a lot of people.
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That sounds like a bit of a wild, not so fun day. Hopefully things will go a little smoother this week. Good luck with the soup making!
Hugs from Idaho. We love you!!!!
Oh, now I am craving soup.
Man. Nice way to start things out eh? I'd be inclined to agree with you about the seizure. Keep an eye on said student. We've had a lot of kids have seizures in class who've never had them before. Late teens and early adulthood have some weird chemical reactions and if they make changes...food, drugs etc it can do that sometimes...Listen to me all Dr. like.
Anyway, I'm sorry about the friend. It's tough pondering life's vagaries and the inevitable. Ok, depressing if you're not careful. The soup sounds good. I made a nice creamy, cheesy veggie soup last week and we all loved it - well, Chuck said it tasted like potatoe soup with veggies...I'll try to call you tonight. LOVE you!(yes. I DID survive the snowshoe trip. It was good!)
I wish I could make good soup! I've never had much success with any kind. The best soup maker I know is Dennis' mom. She could make soup out of an old shoe and everyone would love it! Seriously. Sorry to hear about your friend--Ramona by chance?? It's hard to think about mom & dad getting old and dying. I try not to think about it!
Yeah, it was Katherine I. who passed.
She was the same age as mom. Super sobering.
I'm better at uber thick soups with beans and such than real soups.
This batch turned out great... only there is a ton!!
Also weird to think of Dallyn who is my age losing his mom. Death really makes you stop and think. I love soup in the winter. My family probably gets it once a week. The favorite this year is white chili. Yummy. Here's a hug from us to you.
No doubt it's hard to be away from people whom you care about when they are having difficulties :( My heart goes out to you and yours.
Here's some hugs without the kisses..ooooooo
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