Ozark Oddments: Soup Day

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Soup Day

This morning the sky turned from black to pearly gray; pouring rain, a cold, dreary, wet day.

A day for a nice hot bowl of soup.

I would like to invite that Granny in Oklahoma to hop in her car and drive over here to make me some of that wonderful soup she wrote about on her blog. I'm guessing she could get here in 5 or 6 hours.

I don't have anything on hand to make her soup, but I do have the ingredients to make fish chowder - potatoes, carrots, celery, onions, a frozen plastic jar of liquid from canned fish, and some clam base. This is comfort food for me; my mother used to make wonderful fish chowder.

To go with it will be some homemade bread, which I will began baking in about an hour.

It will be good.

3 comments:

The Weaver of Grass said...: I had never tasted clam chowder until I visited US - now I always have it if it is on the menu - and my goodness how it varies. Sometimes it is exquisite - at other times quite ordinary. Cold grey wet days call for bowls of soup don't they?; 1:08 PM
Oklahoma Granny said...: Branson is about 3 hours east of us. How far are you from Branson? My plan is to make beans, cornbread and fried potatoes with onions tomorrow night.; 6:22 PM
Leilani Schuck Weatherington said...: Ah... Branson is about 140 miles away, so that would be may be 2 hours or so...; 6:46 PM

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Most of us go through life so absorbed in the cocoon of ourselves that we rarely stop to consider the other. Of course, we think that we do; indeed, we may pride ourselves on our capacity for empathy; we may be considerate and thoughtful in our dealings with others, but how often do we stand before them. so to speak, and experience what it is to be them?--Domenica Macdonald

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