My sister is sick, so I made sippable soup. She likes the pureed orange gingery kind, made with sweet potatoes, carrots and red lentils. I’m trying to sip more of the stuff myself – partly because it’s like drinkable vitamins, and partly in an attempt to replace that afternoon coffee that I’ve always thought never affected me at night. But then I realized that perhaps other powers are at work when I jolt awake at 3am and lie there, trapped inside my brain, until just before the alarm goes off.
Although I’m inherently against the concept of New Year’s resolutions (in the sense that they’re easily broken, and thus dissolved), I nonetheless get reflective over the holidays and begin the year with boundless intentions to do more (and at the same time, less), be more (and again, less), experience more, read more, and eat better – mostly this comes about at this time of year because festivities grind to a halt, and I find myself needing to wean off of chocolate and sugar and bread and butter and cream. (Not entirely, but in lesser quantities.) I vow to have more dinner parties, eat more soup (translation: more vegetables in a format that necessitates slower eating), do more creative stuff (there is a bit of me that’s artsy and crafty, and I keep ignoring her), and get more sleep. Travel more, if I can manage it, and use up all that food in my pantry and freezer before buying more. I’ll start with more soup. It’s important to have achievable goals.
You can find roast bison in the Co-op deli – no sodium, no msg, no preservatives. Leaner than beef. Lots of protein and iron.