Whenever a potential hurricane is near, I always make a huge pot of soup in my 5 quart crock pot. Beans with chicken or beef or split pea or whatever will take a small amount of time to heat up, will go well with rice and will make us feel happy and full if the rest of the world doesn't look too tasty. Thankfully, it usually just means I have a LOT of soups in the freezer, or I give away the majority and save some for regular meals.
This time it is split pea with ham. I believe I've mentioned here more than once my affinity for split pea soup. I can eat it no matter what the temperature and still enjoy it. But on a rainy cool day after sweltering weather, it is a very welcome meal to throw in the pot for heating, cut up a scallion or two and tap on some of the Hungarian hot paprika I got when on St. Thomas. I love this paprika, even though I've never been able to use an entire tin of it before it gets rusty and clumpy. And yes, I've put it in the freezer in a bag but then I lose it in the vast depths. God only knows what is in the bottom of my chest freezer...thar could be treasure, matey! Or...a lot of paprika.
There is another aspect to this symbolic letting go. Sometimes it is enough to make the rain stop. You can't do it on purpose, you really have to let go...And it seems to be working. As soon as the soup, well, ok, it's more split pea mush the way I make it, was in the bowl, the pounding decreased to a soft tapping and is still on the wane. The thunder is retreating. Of course, I don't dare look at the radar until I'm done eating, but who knows?? Maybe I'll be able to go to town and open...someday.
The cat, looking like it is winter.
The yard, which will be in glory soon from what is finally a very drenching rain
The radar, which shows it makes absolutely no sense at all as to why the rain is slowed down
Life is weird, and then it gets weirder. And split pea mush for brunch is very delicious! A good friend sent me the new Pat Conroy South of Broad which means I think it is time to climb in next to the cat and fall into a Carolina mood.