Garlic Soup For My Depraved Soul
9:31 AM Edit This 8 Comments »I experimented in the kitchen last night. It's been a long time since I did that. I forget just how much I love, love, love to try new things! I made a new garlic soup recipe. I don't know who Richard Olney is, but I used his recipe. It was a good start, but I'm going to do several things differently next time. And there WILL be a next time because I think it has the potential to be amazing. I already know how I'm going to change it up and when I do, I'll let you in on it because it will be STELLAR!
In other news, I went to church with Boy Crush and his roommates yesterday. Every once in awhile, I get this urge to go and see if I still hate it or not. And well? He mentioned at breakfast that he was going afterward and I asked to tag along. Better to be a spur of the moment choice than a long drawn out decision that would be peppered with hesitancy, resentment and dread, right? So, when I got out of the truck, I said to him, "I'm a little apprehensive." And he says, "Why? You go and see if you hear anything that fits your life, you listen to a little bit of music and well? It's something to do on a Sunday, you know?" And I wanted to kiss his smart little mouth right then and there because hello? THAT'S THE CALM. That's what I crave. THE CALM. So simply put in response to my inner turmoil. Duh. If only I could do that for myself.
Well, church has not changed. I still think the pastor is a freak ego-maniac. I still think the lead singer in the praise band thinks she's Pink or something, all hopping and bopping about. And I still think the whole, "People are DYING out there. Bring them to our church and they will be saved!" message is a bunch of shit. But we got to sing Christmas Carols, and on one song, there was an amazing harmonica player that joined in - and you know I love the harmonica! Plus I got to sit next to a very warm, solid man that makes me feel calm inside on a cold, wintry day in December. He was right. It was something to do on a Sunday.
8 comments:
You don't constantly go back to the same church do you? You have to church hop, go back two or three times tops, then go to a different church until you feel like, "Wow I totally get these people!"
I want to know more about Boy Crush.
I... have had the same inklings to maybe go sit my ass in a pew on Sundays. But, I too, am afraid that I will fill up with rage with all the hurtful hypocrosies and will flip out. Again.
The last time I went to church, I left crying as we sang my favorite hymn, "All Are Welcome." In a Catholic Church. As my gay best friend and his partner sat on either side of me, afraid they might slip and act "together" if they sat next to each other.
I don't know. But I do miss the singing, the ritual of it. I miss being around people.
What do I do?
How was the garlic soup? CP keeps wanting to make it and I just can't wrap my head around GARLIC soup. But then again I love (French) onion soup so it is probably delicious....
I don't do church, but I do like Boy Crush's way of looking at it.
Sooooooooo....tell us more about BC!
Kate, I love you. I love how you write about you.
Thanks for always commenting and loving my kids so darn much.
What Shelley said. And WHY is your blog not updating in my dashboard? I'm so annoyed that I have to keep looking for you!
I want to hear more about Boy Crush. No fair introducing leading characters without a proper introduction.
Now then, about church. Church doesn't necessarily equate to religion. Know what I mean? Go to a different church. Try on a different denomination.
And no fair talking about a new recipe without sharing it. Bah Humbug Kate. Bah Humbug.
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