My mother was an elementary school teacher – back in the days when the ABC’s were more important than teaching political correctness. Her mother was also a teacher – before college degrees were required for educators.
While in Ukraine, we ate soup every day. Temperature over 90 degrees: soup for lunch. Humidity at the tropical level: soup for supper. Long days of teaching, playing, and chasing kids: soup for lunch AND supper. In fact, my Ukrainian interpreter (and friend) was stunned to learn that our family doesn’t eat soup for 4 or 5 months out of the year. But now I am converted to being a Summer Soup Supporter.
Have we ever talked about guilty pleasures? You know, those things we do that we are just slightly ashamed to admit to? I love to watch “Fixer Upper” and “Property Brothers”. I sometimes eat ice cream right out of the carton. Everything I wear (and I mean EVERYthing) has to coordinate.
I may be late for Cinco de Mayo, but then again, I was at least one week late for Saint Patrick’s Day. No biggie! Great food can be served year ’round.
As a child, I was aware of what it meant to be frugal. My grandmother would patch holes in plastic bread bags so she could use them for months. My sisters and I were encouraged to put money into “the trip fund” instead of buying something superfluous like potato chips. Mom sewed all of our clothes – even underwear – and hand-me-downs were commonplace.
Frugality may very well be hereditary.
Sometimes it’s a little intimidating to try something new — traveling to a new country, riding motorcycle for the first time, starting a new job, skydiving (still haven’t tried that), exploring a new type of cooking…. It’s all a little unnerving.
After some weekends (and holidays), it feels like I’ve eaten a bowling ball. You know what I mean??? The “food baby” makes me look about 6 months pregnant, and I have less energy than a dust bunny. That’s when I really need a morale booster, and something healthy to eat.
This was one of those crazy, fun, exhausting, wonderful weekends. My younger sister has been visiting from Alaska, and we were able to get much of the family together. Great food, lots of laughter, and a game of extreme four-square rounded off the day. 🙂
Here it is — the day before Holy Week begins, and as a church musician, I am swamped, but loving every minute of the season. Even though we aren’t getting a blizzard – and all the snow/ice is gone – it’s still a perfect day for SOUP!
One thing Swedes have really mastered is the art of eating fresh produce at every meal – breakfast, lunch, supper. Cucumbers, tomatoes, salad, fresh fruit. It’s all raw. And then there’s rotmos! Move over mashed potatoes! It’s time for something better.