Interesting day. It thunderstormed starting around 2:3o a.m.? Not sure, but I know I’ve been awake way too long. When I got up it was dark, and dreary and cool, and I was so happy for a reprieve from the heat. Immediately, I craved soup, for some reason. No soup was available for breakfast, so I skipped it and headed downtown. My need for soup had not abated by lunch, and I knew I had nothing to make it at that moment, so I picked up some to-go chicken soup from Taco Deli. Their tacos rock. Their soup does not. No lunch. I had the previously thawed Richardson Farm’s chicken, so I seasoned it up and stuck in the oven. An hour and half later, it was almost time for the Triangle Farmer’s Market. I met some friends there, but many of the vendors had foregone the potential for rain, so we didn’t stay. I got peaches, raspberries and basil. I came home, and made a ton of pesto, because I feel unhappy without a supply in my freezer. I deboned the cooked chicken, and put the skin, bones and such in a pot with garden herbs, garlic, onions, salt, pepper, and a touch of red pepper. I then set out to clean the house. After the stock had cooked for several hours, I tasted it and found myself transported to magical soup land. So, I strained some broth off, added back some cooked chicken, Lowell Farms rice, chopped jalapenos, onions and tomatoes from my garden and let it simmer for a while. That turned out to be one of the best meals I’ve had all year. Perhaps, just because I wanted soup. I’ll never know exactly why, but I don’t care. And I still have most of the cooked chicken and tons of broth leftover.
I got home from the Farmer’s Market with peaches and raspberries. On the drive home, I was concocting recipes to make the best of these fruits of the season. Sauces for tenderloins, sorbetto’s, and all kinds of ideas. I don’t eat jam so that doesn’t make sense for me. For one, I don’t have local sugar, so that rules lots of things out. On the other hand, once I had nibbled on some of each, I realized they are all best off just naked and fresh, just God intended them to be.
So, in conclusion, complicated isn’t always better.