We Southerners get accused of great wimpishness in the winter. About ten days ago, we had an inch or so of ice, followed by an inch or so of snow. It stalled us for four days -- incapacitated! This week, we woke again to a couple inches of snow, without the ice, and all was fine. Snow is expected again this week. Three weeks in a row! We don't have three snows in a decade in the Deep South, much less three snows in a month. Shocking!
|my friend, Jan|
As usual, post-market, a few of us went to K's house, warmed our toes by her fire, sat and chatted for two hours, and finally leapt up and exclaimed, "I must get home!"
At home, I put my soaked split peas on to boil and made soup. I'd never made split pea soup before. It reminds me of my mother, who used to keep a pot of soup bubbling away on the back of the stove in the winter.
1 16-oz. bag of dry split peas
water to soak peas overnight, and water to cover them well while cooking
3 or 4 carrots, diced small
1 onion, diced small
2 cups celery, diced small
2 cloves garlic, diced small
salt to taste
1 ham hock
a dash of Worcestershire sauce
Bring peas and water to a boil, reduce to simmer. Add all ingredients and simmer for 3 hours or until peas are mushy and carrots are very soft. This soup turned out very well.
This morning I returned at last to my all-time low in my weight-loss endeavors, after a long and frustrating Christmas food season and endless plateau in spite of being Very Good. Such are the agonies of weight loss. But I'm in it for the long haul, and I'm so very pleased with the weight I've lost thus far, I can't imagine not continuing. So forward we forge.
Cold weather, warm soup, a good puppy dog, and bread baking. Not a bad combination for February so far.