If I look hard enough into the setting sun/My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

Let's talk of soup. I love soup. I would like to make soup for a living. If you have any ideas on how I could do that, please feel free to share. A really great soup can evolve from very humble ingredients -- the sum is greater than it's parts, as it were. I had a head of cabbage in the refrigerator that was crying out to be turned into something tasty and I knew I had some smoked ham hocks in the freezer that would combine nicely. Throw in sliced onion, cubed potatoes, spices, beans and bit of pork loin for good measure and I ended up with a big pot of golden hued goodness.


I'll leave you with what I consider to be the most imporant part of making soup: salt and season it well from the beginning; you can make it salty once it's done, but it will never taste as good as it could have been.

So, in addition to making soup (and brownies and bread), I got it into my head that I wanted to combine ink and watercolors and try my hand at some painting. Now, neither drawing nor painting are my thing -- that's not where my limited artistic talents lie -- but I just had a hankering. I decided to try a vague rendering of a photo I took with my mobile of a gorgeous pink, cloud streaked sky.



I couldn't find my proper watercolor pad so the paper I used wasn't the best for the purpose, but I was pretty happy with the results. I'm thinking I might try much smaller tableaus to be used on greeting cards...who knows. Inspiration and inclination often evade me as a pair, so we'll see.



I don't there's any painting in my future today, but I have high hopes for tomorrow!