Kooper is feeling down. He must have eaten something he shouldn't have. Which is practically anything besides his regular dog food. Or dairy. He seems okay with dairy. Cheese, yogurt, that kind of food. It may have been the bits of pizza crusts on Sunday. Leftovers from the football watching pizza I made.
It had been awhile since I pieced together the warm water, yeast, sugar and flour to make the dough from scratch. But it was good. The cold months are good times to bake. The oven adds extra warmth to the kitchen. The smell of bread (pizza dough) baking is a home kind of smell. Soups make good winter weather recipes too. And they are easy to throw together. Almost any mix of tasty base foods thrown into a broth of some sort will simmer into a glorious concoction. I'd give Kooper some chicken soup for his stomach but that would just make things worse I think. "Chicken Soup for the Kooper" wouldn't be a best seller.
Maybe chicken soup for the nation. We need something like that after the stomach-upsetting, nausea-inducing diet of lies and diatribe spewed out from our current president yesterday during his final (thank God) news conference. The Bush administration soup has been a sour mixture from the beginning. Not at all a home kind of soup. More like a syrup of ipecac that we were forced (?) to swallow on a routine basis.
The new soup is simmering. One week to go. Should be nice and ready to go by then. Big servings. Yum!
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.