I live in California, so my next sentence makes no sense. I hate summer. I live for winter. The rain, the sweaters and extra blankets and stews and soups and even the quality of the light. California sunshine, especially by summer's end, is painfully brilliant. It washes out the sky, leeching it a pale baby blue that lacks depth or beauty.
As winter approaches and the leaves fall and the sun sinks lower in the sky, I want to curl up on the sofa with a good book and the beautiful quilt my mother made me. I start breaking out my winter recipes, soups and beans and biscuits and cornbread.
My kitchen is a disaster area. I made potato soup and biscuits and bread pudding yesterday. I know that other people can cook without using every dish and destroying every cooking surface. I'm not one of those people. I can't cook without the end resulting looking like the morning after a frat party.
Oh, but it was heavenly stuff. Lots of garlic and goodness. And months and months of my favorite season yet to come...I'm a happy, happy girl tonight...
3 comments:
California winter is a special time. The air is clean and crisp more days than it's rainy and damp. There is frost. There are days where all you need is a sweater to be outside. And then we sometimes get snow! Which usually melts before it turns all grey and brown and gross.
California winter is the reason I always used to say I liked winter best. But then I discovered that there is nowhere else in the world that has that kind of sunny mild winter.
I miss so many things about back home, and the mild climate is certainly high on that list! (Not to mention at the very top is a certain special best friend who is NEVER on skype when she should be! :-)
As your sister, I demand you give me your potato soup recipe. As a lover of potato soup and the only place I can get good potato soup is Black Angus or Outback which is currently out of my paygrade.
Galyn
I think you make the BEST potato soup!!!
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