COURSE CORRECTION

Saturday
12.28.2019
Thought I was well but as the day progressed, realized the cold is still there, dry, like a stone lodged in my upper chest. Continued dosing and napping.

~*~

 
Nourishment

Split Pea Soup

Variation on a Moosewood recipe
In a large covered soup pot on high heat, combine the split peas, water, bay leaves, cumin, onions, garlic.
When the soup begins to boil, stir well, reduce the heat to a simmer, cover, and continue to cook.
Meanwhile, remove the mushrooms from the soaking liquid and discard any hard stems. Slice or chop the softened mushrooms and add them to the soup. Strain the soaking liquid to remove any sediment or dirt and add the clear liquid to the soup pot. After the soup has simmered for about 30 minutes, stir it well. Maintain on low heat with occasional stirring or place the pot on a heat diffuser to prevent sticking and cook for another 20 minutes, until the split peas are very soft and the soup becomes "creamy" when stirred.
Discard the bay leaves. Stir in a full cup of the miso, the salt, and pepper. I used mushroom broth for most of the liquids. Added miso broth when almost done.

 

Inexplicably my two cups of dry split peas took nearly 4 hours and never got creamy. I don't know what I did wrong.  I've cooked it on and off all day. Smells good, but still not right.

Perhaps I was simply distracted.
https://moosewoodcooks.com/2012/01/everyday-split-pea-soup/

Memories
1992

My Brother had a sense of humor.

 ~*~


 Starlings In Winter
by Mary Oliver

 Chunky and noisy, 

but with stars in their black feathers, 

they spring from the telephone wire 

and instantly 

they are acrobats

in the freezing wind.

And now, in the theater of air, 

they swing over buildings,

dipping and rising;

they float like one stippled star

that opens,

becomes for a moment fragmented,

then closes again;

and you watch 

and you try

but you simply can’t imagine

how they do it 

with no articulated instruction, no pause,

only the silent confirmation 

that they are this notable thing, 

this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin 

over and over again,

full of gorgeous life. 

Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,

even in the leafless winter,

even in the ashy city.

I am thinking now of grief, and of getting past it;

I feel my boots trying to leave the ground,

I feel my heart pumping hard.

I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. 

I want to be light and frolicsome.

I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.

~*~

Sunday
12.29.2019
Nothing has been corrected

Onward
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