During church yesterday,* my “must constantly be thinking about the next activity” elementary school teacher-induced ADD resulted in my mind wandering off to what I might cook for lunch.
*Forgive me, Father.
Once I had piled up the getting-wrinkly bell peppers and ‘past it’s sell-by’ broccoli slaw, my mind wandered straight to the center of the celery…because that’s where the flavor is. [Or the strange lack of flavor--depending on how you look at it--that I somehow love the most.]
After chopping up an onion, and adding it with the celery and peppers to the soup pot, my mind wandered yet again…
…to the question of, “what would happen if I cooked the broccoli slaw, rather than just serve it as, well, slaw?”*
*Or sprinkled on top of a salad, which is what I normally^ do with it.
^And by ‘normally,’ I mean ‘with the first half of the bag because I’ve never actually bought it before.’
When I got to the baby carrots, my mind wandered towards the season two episode of Downton Abbey I was streaming from pbs.org*…
*Thank you facebook friends who have prevented my lack-of-cable longing for season two to cause me nervous anxiety…
…and so I sliced them, rather strangely, for a soup, I suppose.^
^My mind is now wandering to the thought that that would have been a perfect alliterative sentence for the figurative language quiz I gave last week.
Following the semi-accidental opening opening of stewed tomatoes, rather than diced…
…my mind wandered to the excitement of actually getting to cut something directly in a can. (And now your minds are probably wandering to the question of why that is exciting?^)
^I just don’t know.
And then I couldn’t decide whether I wanted a Mexican soup, or a curry, and so I let my mind wander to the possibility that perhaps they might work out OK together.
After adding both curry powder AND chili powder (plus a bit of extra cumin), my mind wandered back to my adventures in Asian market shopping for Hot & Southern Soup supplies, where I’d finally purchased pre-minced ginger for just this type of moment.