I have a project to work on today. I have been diligently reading articles, working on sources, organizing my thoughts.
It is one of those perfect study/ quiet days, with rainy cool weather outside and a warm couch and slipper day inside. I had to have soup for lunch, and cooking is perfect procrastination!
Baby Belle and I headed upstairs to try and recreate a recipe I had read last week. She washed carrots and potatoes in a bowl and dried them, I quartered them. I melted a half stick of butter in a stock pot and added the potatoes, letting them cook for about 10 minutes. Then I added a can of chicken stock, and a can of water and brought to a boil. We tasted the broth and decided to add a little salt, pepper, and dill. When the potatoes were tender (another 10 minutes), I added a bag of frozen peas, and a handful of leftover spinach. Then we whizzed in in batches in the food processor. YUM! We floated a few goldfish and drizzled some cream over the top. Ridiculous!
Quick Pea Soup
4 TBSP butter
2 cups quartered new potatoes
2 carrots, rough chopped
1 can low sodium broth
Refil that can with water
salt/ pepper/ dill
1 bag frozen peas
handful of greens (I used spinach, but arugula would be good, too)
Melt butter and saute potatoes and carrots gently for 10 minutes
add broth & water, bring to a boil for 10 minutes, until potatoes are tender
season to taste
add bag frozen peas/ greens, bring back to boil
in batches, puree soup until smooth
(while processing, be sure to leave the little plug out of the lid and cover the whole lid with a kitchen towel)
we drizzled a little cream over the top, and some goldfish
fresh chives would be good, a drizzle of olive oil would be good, a grilled cheese sandwich would be good... oh yeah- getting back to work would be good!
Friday, April 20, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
A Day to Remember
Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day.
I am a Lutheran, an American, and too young to remember. Why does this day matter?
When I was 9, my mom gave me the All of a Kind Family book. I was completely intrigued. I knew about the Hebrew people from the Bible, and that Jewish people lived here in the US, but I had never met anyone Jewish. There was something about that story that tripped my heart and imagination.
When I was 11, my mom gave me another book after I asked questions about WWII. My grandfather and I had been talking about bombers and planes at an airshow, and again my curiosity was sparked. The Hiding Place and then The Diary of Anne Frank, and then the entire series of books called The Zion Covenant were the start of books I read about the subject.
As I've gotten older, I have struggled to understand the war, the persecution, and where God was in all this. Elie Wiesel's book Night shook my faith, made me question and ultimately continue my search for truth. My heart is consistently moved by anything surrounding the war- how relationships changed, how people reacted to ethical and moral dilemmas , who chose to fight, who chose to stay out. One of my personal heros is Dietrich Bonhoffer, a man who was involved in the plot to kill Hitler, but instead became a martyr.
My husband's mother is Polish, born in Germany to a Polish woman and an American solider. I am waiting for her to write her mother's fascinating story about the invasion, switching identities with her sister, thereby protecting her parents, and then working as a cook in a work camp for the SS and being liberated by the US.
Today matters because no victim should die in vain, whether the victim be a race of people, or a single person. While it is impossible to honor each individual person, it is possible to look forward and recognize the symptoms of humanity's sickness and work towards a cure of peace and tolerance.
I am a Lutheran, an American, and too young to remember. Why does this day matter?
When I was 9, my mom gave me the All of a Kind Family book. I was completely intrigued. I knew about the Hebrew people from the Bible, and that Jewish people lived here in the US, but I had never met anyone Jewish. There was something about that story that tripped my heart and imagination.
When I was 11, my mom gave me another book after I asked questions about WWII. My grandfather and I had been talking about bombers and planes at an airshow, and again my curiosity was sparked. The Hiding Place and then The Diary of Anne Frank, and then the entire series of books called The Zion Covenant were the start of books I read about the subject.
As I've gotten older, I have struggled to understand the war, the persecution, and where God was in all this. Elie Wiesel's book Night shook my faith, made me question and ultimately continue my search for truth. My heart is consistently moved by anything surrounding the war- how relationships changed, how people reacted to ethical and moral dilemmas , who chose to fight, who chose to stay out. One of my personal heros is Dietrich Bonhoffer, a man who was involved in the plot to kill Hitler, but instead became a martyr.
My husband's mother is Polish, born in Germany to a Polish woman and an American solider. I am waiting for her to write her mother's fascinating story about the invasion, switching identities with her sister, thereby protecting her parents, and then working as a cook in a work camp for the SS and being liberated by the US.
Today matters because no victim should die in vain, whether the victim be a race of people, or a single person. While it is impossible to honor each individual person, it is possible to look forward and recognize the symptoms of humanity's sickness and work towards a cure of peace and tolerance.
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