It’s been a hectic morning.
I got up early and made a man’s breakfast for my wife. She’s a dance and fitness instructor and Saturdays are particularly busy.
I chopped up a fat old onion and a couple of leftover potatoes and fried them up nice and crispy. Meanwhile, I grated some cheese into cracked four eggs.
Scooped the potatoes and onions out of the pan.
Drop some bread into the toaster.
Run upstairs with a good cup of coffee and set it on her bedside just as the alarm goes off.
Run downstairs and throw the eggs and cheese into the pan.
Then, after I got home from the groceries I cut up some chicken and sizzled it with a little olive oil, garlic and butter in the bottom of my largest pot. Then I chopped a couple of good red potatoes, a yellow zucchini, an onion, and threw them in on top of the browning chicken. Then I dumped in a bag of baby carrots – which are usually just regular carrots whittled down – and drained a can of chick peas and chucked them. Dumped two cartons of broth on top. Sometimes I like to make my own broth but I was in a hurry today.
Lastly, I let the whole mess sit and simmer – maybe until dinner, maybe until supper – at the lowest possible temperature. I can smell it up here while I type and MAN – it sure smells good.
I call it peasant soup.
I wrote the recipe while I was grocery shopping.
I cook this again it will most likely be different.
But still taste good.
Do you see how easy that all sounds – because it is. Hacked up chicken, hacked up vegetables and simmer in a pot. Cooking isn’t all that hard. Take what you have and throw it in a pot.
Writing a blog entry is just that easy as well.
I take what I have and I throw it in a pot.
Right after this I have to get back to working on a manuscript for a YA novel. I’m about 36000 words into what should wind up at about 50000.
How am I doing it?
I’m slicing up what I’ve got…
…and throwing it into a pot to simmer.
yours in storytelling,