Fuzzhead

[rejectomorph]

My brain was uncommonly fuzzy when I woke up today. My first thought was Hey, I have to get up and get ready to go shopping, and it took a few minutes before I remembered that I went shopping yesterday. It's a good thing I don't drive myself, or the day would soon come that I'd hop into the car and end up miles from home because I had no idea what I was doing. About the worst thing I do stuck in the house is fall asleep with the television on.

The continuing coolness of the days is very pleasant. We're supposed to get four more fairly cool days before it starts getting hot, and the nights should remain cool even after that, so I won't be needing the air conditioner this month. The furnace is still cycling on at night, though, so my power bill probably won't bottom out until May or June. Saving enough money for the insurance is going to be close this year, even if the premium doesn't go up again this year. I don't even want to think about the property tax that comes due in November. But then maybe DJ T-Rump will be elected president and I'll die of shame from living in a country that would do such a thing before I have to pay it. It's an ill wind that blows no good....

I'd be fixing one of this week's supermarket bargains for dinner about now, except I started eating some bread (another bargain) and butter this afternoon and got hung up. Having unwisely stuffed myself on cheap bread I feel almost like I'm running my own restaurant. Well, I'm sure I'll get hungry again eventually. I hope it's before midnight. When I cook after midnight I always feel like I should be making breakfast, and I didn't buy any breakfast bargains this week. So if I eat after midnight tonight it will probably be popcorn. Then I could use up the half cube of butter I didn't slather on that half loaf of bread. A cube a day seems about right for someone my age, doesn't it?

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[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

The more butter, the better, to my mind! That sounds really good.

I just started a pot of "soup." It's sliced baby carrots (which aren't baby carrots at all -- they can't fool me), some canned tomato, water, olive oil, a bit of dried basil, and pepper. Once the carrots are done, I'll have a bowl with a dusting of Parmesan cheese. "Soup." Now, my grandmother could make SOUP, but that involved a beef bone and lots of beef fat. *sighs for the old days*

[rejectomorph]

Fatty (and thus probably unhealthy) soups are the best soups. I remember pots of soup that would sit on the stove for days, frequently reinforced with fresh ingredients, and now and then more water, but with the base typically getting thicker and richer all the time. My mom used to skim some of the fat off, but there was still plenty left for flavor.

I wish she'd made such soups more often. Too many times she would open a can of Campbell's for lunch. I didn't mind it too much then, but soup from a red can is not among my most pleasant childhood memories. I can't abide Campbell's soups now (or Franco-American spaghetti, another of her lunchtime perennials) but I sure do remember those big pots of homemade beef barley or pork and pink bean soup.

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

Oh well, I think the world of nutrition is coming around wrt fat in food -- they sold us on the low-fat diet based on poor research, and we've paid with lots of diabetes etc. Atkins wasn't totally right, but he wasn't totally wrong either.

Campbell's is just too salty, even in the reduced-salt versions. Their tomato soup is occasionally what I want, but generally if I've been under the weather. At my house, Dad made the good soups. His turkey carcass with barley after Thanksgiving was an annual treat. He had been a professional fireman, cooking for the guys at the station on overnight shifts, and he could cook up huge pots of goodness! As in so many things, I don't live up to my forebears. ;)

[rejectomorph]

When I was sick it was always chicken noodle soup, which was possibly due to the large Jewish influence in Los Angeles. Jewish mothers and chicken soup are pretty much inseparable images there— think of one and you think of the other.

For some reason I also frequently got 7-up when I was sick. I doubt that the Jewish mothers my mom had known had anything to do with that. Just something she got into her head and never let go.

If it weren't for Progresso I doubt I'd even eat canned soup anymore. Their vegetable Italiano and minestrone are actually pretty good, and way easier than making them myself.

Oh, and I do eat ramen sometimes, but I don't consider that soup, even though it probably is. I think of it more as a bowl of noodles with a bit of broth. And if it came in a can I probably wouldn't touch it. Mushy, canned noodles. Ech.

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

Campbell's chicken noodle is so salty, I only eat it after a bout of stomach flu (instead of Gatorade, which is the nastiest stuff around)! I used to buy Progresso, based on the Italianate tv commercials -- "Make it Progresso or make it yourself," as they ran. Ramen is big here in Seattle, fresh stuff in restaurants. There are Hawaiian places that specialize in it. I've had it a couple of times but prefer pho, which is less salty and has thinner noodles. And loooots of hot sauce. That's good for what ails ya, no matter what that might be. :D