Vidalia onion, garlic, and a fat red bell pepper were diced and sizzling in a dab of olive oil and a pat of butter when I realized what I was doing. The lentils were simmering at a nice tempo in chicken stock, red curry, and a can of diced stewed tomatoes. Wafers of sweet potato occasionally billowed to the top of the pot. A handful of chopped parsley, some plain yogurt (or yoghurt?) and a loaf of ciabatta (It’s the new black!) sat close to hand.
Even though it was 80 degrees still at 8:00 P:M, my body knew it was soup season.
It was a long summer. Hell, it’s still a long summer.
Aside from soup season, what other instincts propel us forward? Maybe soup is not your thing?
These lentils put me on notice. There is still work to be done before winter comes.
Good thing I have lots of recipes.