This blog is not about my growing love for all things Julia Child. It is also not about the fact that irregardless of her instructions, I cook her recipes in my totally 1980's Visions cookware.
If it was about them, I'd have pictures of said Visions cookware, filled with mega-yummy Cream of Mushroom soup ala Mastering the Art of French Cooking.
But instead, today is just one of those days. My husband, asleep on the couch in front of me as I write, worn out and a bit heat-stroked from digging out access to our septic tank. Tomorrow will be the 3rd time it's been pumped out in the 6 years we've lived here.
And I'm trying not to think about the busted pot on my porch that contains my equally busted fish pepper I grew from seed.
And I'm trying not to think about my friend's canning party that I'm missing because I'm too busy being a run-around & sad-sack.
The soup I made is just as tasty even when it's just a quiet bit of nourishment in the middle of a deal-with-it-all day.
But it still would have made for a nice post.
Alright, I feel better now. (Not really, but it's worth a shot)
Tomorrow is another day!