The air became crisp one day a few weeks ago. The Urge returned. Soup. I want soup. All different kinds and flavors of homemade soup made with the freshest, most natural ingredients I can find.
Cheddar Chicken Chowder.
Bean and Ham.
Pennsylvania Corn Chowder.
Split Pea and Ham Hock.
Chicken and Homemade Noodle.
Today, Spicy Chili Con Carne for the football game, served with Cornbread, thank you very much. It will be the perfect complement to a morning of housework and yardwork.
Is there any meal more satisfying?
Second urge noticed, the urge for my hour back, you know, the one that Old Lady Spring took away months ago? Spring forward, Fall back? Yeah, that one. I get it back tonight. It will be noticed, cherished, made to feel welcome for all the months that it is a guest in my life. Until the powers that be take it away again, like poor Persephone, entering and exiting Hades. Some deal with the devil was made and no one gave me a notice. I think it was because I wasn't born. Oh well. All I can do is celebrate the days of harmony when my sleep cycle and nature's are in tune.
So, slurp slurp and snooze. This day holds much promise!