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all i need is Love
everything else is garbage
i can’t buy me any Love
don’t need to
just need to pay it some attention
seeing is believing
believing is seeing
it’s all there
in the fine print
up close and personal
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vegetable broth (stock in freezer)
fresh asparagus spears
baking potatoes
celery stalk
fresh basil leaves
heavy cream
salt
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Evidence of the existence of soup can be found as far back as about 6,000 BC. Boiling was not a common cooking technique until the invention of waterproof containers (which probably came in the form of clay vessels). Animal hides and watertight baskets of bark or reeds were used before this. To boil the water hot rocks were used. This method was also used to cook acorns and other poisonous plants.
The word soup comes from French soupe (“soup”, “broth”), which comes through Vulgar Latin suppa (“bread soaked in broth”) from a Germanic source, from which also comes the word “sop”, a piece of bread used to soak up soup or a thick stew.
The word restaurant (meaning “[something] restoring”) was first used in France in the 16th century, to describe a highly concentrated, inexpensive soup, sold by street vendors, that was advertised as an antidote to physical exhaustion. In 1765, aParisian entrepreneur opened a shop specializing in such soups. This prompted the use of the modern word restaurant to describe the shops.
-via wikipedia
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“The etymological idea underlying the word soup is that of soaking. It goes back to an unrecorded post-classical Latin verb suppare soak’, which was borrowed from the same prehistoric German root (sup-) as produced in English sup and supper. From it was derived the noun suppa, which passed into Old French as soupe. This meant both piece of bread soaked in liquid’ and, by extension, broth poured onto bread.’ It was the latter strand of the meaning that entered English in the seventeenth century. Until the arrival of the term soup, such food had been termed broth or pottage. It was customarily served with the meat or vegetable dishes with which it had been made, and (as the dreivation of soup suggest) was poured over sops of bread or toast (the ancestors of modern croutons). But coincident with the introduction of the world soup, it began to be fashionable to serve the liquid broth on its own, and in the early eighteenth century it was assuming its present-day role as a first course.”
–An A-Z of Food and Drink, John Ayto [Oxford University Press:Oxford] 2002 (p. 316)
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“Our modern word “soup” derives from the Old French word sope and soupe. The French word was used in England in the in the form of sop at the end of the Middle Ages and, fortunately, has remained in the English language in its original form and with much its original sense. We say “fortunately” because it is clear that nowadays a “sop” is not a “soup.” The distinction is important. When cooks in the Middle Ages spoke of “soup,” what they and the people for whom they were cooking really understood was a dish comprising primarily a piece of bread or toast soaked in a liquid or over which a liquid had been poured. The bread or toast was an important, even vital, part of this dish. It was a means by which a diner could counsume the liquid efficiently by sopping it up. The bread or toast was, in effect, an alternative to using a spoon…Soups were important in the medieval diet, but the dish that the cook prepared was often a sop that consisted of both nutritious liquid and the means to eat it. The meal at the end of a normal day was always the lighter of the two meals of the day, and the sop appears to have had an important place in it. In fact it was precisely because of the normal inclusion of a sop in this end-of-the-day meal that it became called “souper” or “supper.”
–Early French Cookery, D. Eleanor Scully & Terence Scully [University of Michigan Press:Ann Arbor] 1995 (p. 102)
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i think i might be in love
sometimes
then i remember
who i am
and i forget it
i wonder
why can’t each day have a new name
i know better than to think
that there’s such a thing as a week
and that it really ends
i will call today what i please
i will call it cloudy day with colour
why do women shave their legs
or arm pits
or pluck hair from eyebrows
men would never shave their legs
unless it was for sport
i suppose that may be why women do it
for sport
olympic in size
the sport of winning
we all know that winning is important
why… it says so on television
and how do we play
do children play
in the grass
do they climb trees
or jump into leaves
so afraid we are
all along thinking we are free
A robin’s nest, interwoven with ribbons of blue plastic and bits of moss. Check out that
beautiful round shape of the inner area.
The angle of this shot shows the moss that has been woven around the bottom part of the nest.
I think this robin is very good as what she does. I wonder how many nests she has made before this one.
Peter and CJ did some work in our small home vineyard this morning. They did some topping,
which is cutting back the top growth. It also looks like they are taking off some of the leaves to
show the grapes a bit more sun.
Soon CJ and i will be off to New Seasons Market to pick up some pizza makings for Casey to use
to make supper tonight. Cream of asparagus soup along with a grilled whole chicken is on the
menu for tomorrow if i can find some good asparagus.
so it goes
i do not know
what i shall look upon
tomorrow
may not come
today
is here in moments
my plans
become undone
oh, Love
be with me
in the time
that you create
and let me not use it
for anger, greed or hate
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In my recent travels i picked up a few small jars of peach butter while
in central Indiana to bring home. Today i baked pie crust on a cookie
sheet just so i could have a warm piece lathered with the peach butter.
I found a recipe for preparing and canning and thinking of trying it.
Peach butter recipe via pititchef.
Peter used to do a lot of canning of tomatoes and apple-pear sauce.
And i have never done any canning of my own. I would also like to
freeze some blueberries this year to use in baking and pancakes.
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photo – via me
the earth
turning
i see the light
time
being created
i am in it
as it is
new
not a number
not a day named
but a gift
of time
and of life
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photo via flickr
Now that i have collected my thoughts, i realize that i have
collected other things besides stones. For instance i have a
virtual collection that also serves as communication. And
no, it’s not my blog, even though it fits the description.
The collection i am referring to is where i actually found
the photograph above of the pink stamps. The answer is
my collection of boards and pins at Pinterest. I have for
the most part collected images of art. And that is mainly
what i look at there. I follow the boards of other people
that are also into looking at art. It is the best place that
I have found see some of the artwork that is being done
around the world, and even better if i follow back to the
site where the art was found and/or look up the artist.
So if you have an interest in seeing the collection that i
have at Pinterest, have a look here.
I am in the process of deleting some of the collection and
keeping only what i like to look at.
photo via pinterest
Have you ever noticed that when some things are gathered together
they can start to look very different? I’ve seen it with lots of things
that don’t look all that great on their own, but, just put it with a few
more and suddenly it looks pretty impressive.
I have a few smooth stones that i have collected on the beach. Are
there any things that you have collected and gathered together?
The above photo is by friend and photographer, Steve Gravano.
He wrote, “Whenever I go for a walk, I have my camera. I’m amazed
at how much litter I come across. I am a little embarrassed to say that
Long Island is about the worst place I’ve ever seen when it comes to litter.
We have a five cent deposit law on carbonated drink, beer and water
containers. It doesn’t seem to help. Go figure. Sometime last year I
decided to put together a collage of cans that I found.”
I think that the cans look pretty good as a collage.
Peter and i went into Newberg yesterday evening to see the Patrick Lamb concert. It’s part of the free summer concert series for the area called “Tunes on Tuesday“, and this was the first one of the season. The music was a combination of funk, soul, r&b and jazz. The band sounded great.
There were several booths of food and local merchants.. We had pizza that was being cooked in a small wood oven on wheels…fresh and hot, just like the weather. It’s a treat to hear a good band in a setting like this. This concert was sponsored by Waste Management of Oregon. Next Tuesday is suppose to be Jack Quinby, playing big band swing, sponsored by Visiting Angels.
contentment grows like an oak tree
happiness is like blowing bubbles
joy settles-in like fog before sun rise
love is like and old dog at your feet
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photo via *
Have you ever noticed how many things we gather and herd? Things jump into our hands and end up arranged into our world until we are surrounded by mountains and plains of things. Stuff that becomes our companion, distraction, and attic, basement, garage and spare room filler. It’s like there are little stuff magnets in our fingertips. We juggle things, move things, lug, dust, store, and….gather more things. Sometimes we go through and figure out who to give some to, or where to take some of it. We end up putting some on the curb and attaching a “free” sign. Even the things that deserve to be thrown away are gathered at the goodwill for another person’s magnet-fingers to find. And in the spring and fall, the dreaded “yard sale” signs go up…and we slow down the car to get a better look…
photo from flicker
my words or actions toward someone are words or actions to Jesus, to God. this thought came to me clearly today while i was driving to the market to buy some vegetables. and i think that it is time for me to seriously consider this thought of words and actions. there is “something that goes on” in “relating” with other people that i don’t know about, but, i have a glimmer of an idea of what it is.
Today i want to point you to a very good poem that has been posted by my friend, Glynn Young. I would be very pleased if you would click on over and read it. This poem is from a series that Glynn has been writing with the theme of growing-up in the South. I had asked him if he would write some poems from this time, and he has not only been kind enough to do it, he has also written them wonderfully. It is already a lovely collection of poems and i hope that there are more to come.
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Sean Dietrich's column on life in the American South.
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