Today I watched "Eat, Pray, Love." Good movie. I ask myself. What am I passionate about in this life? I answer, "This life." Life is enough for me. It washes over me, fills me with sights, smells, sounds, tastes and I experience feelings at each one.
I am about to make Leek and Sweet Potato soup. I have never attempted the recipe, but I love leeks and I love sweet potatoes. In a typically human way, I am compelled to try and gather all my loves into a pile and experience them all. My three legged coon hound-rottweiller mix does the same thing with her frisbees.
Leeks are flavorful and oily. I love the oily sheen they leave in soup. The aromas of a leek cooking is very attractive, and the residue of the oil saturates the soup with the unique "not quite an onion taste." Very good.
I gathered the recipe, but I will not follow it to the letter. Nope. Not my way. I am gonna let the leek tell me what to do. I will cook it until the flavors seem strongest. I will do as my tastebuds bid.
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