I spent another weekend up at my mom’s. There was one last kink to iron out in the new computer I built for her, namely the sound card. Stupid on-board sound would not work with Windows for some reason, and I’m not savvy enough in the ways of Windows to figure out what the problem was.
So we took care of the computer and got everything working and then turned our attention to the very serious work of knitting and cooking. I cranked enthusiastically on the last of the Toirneach kilt hose and I’m nearly done.
Mom worked on some quilting and a pair of felted clogs. Around lunch time I asked her for a copy of a recipe that she made a few weeks back, a very tasty shrimp gumbo. She flipped through her cookbook/scrapbook and found it for me. It was right next to a recipe that I wrote down for her a few years ago for lentil & sausage soup (Cari, it can be made very nicely without sausage, just so you know). She looked at the soup recipe for a minute and then said “I think we should have this for dinner tonight. How’s that sound?”
“Great!” I replied.
After another hour or so of knitting, she looked at the clock and said “You know, you should probably get that soup going soon.”
Ah. Got it.
I finished the row I was on and then started assembling the ingredients. Mom chopped celery and carrots and Dan made some of his “oh-my-god-this-is-like-cake” cornbread (baked in a cast-iron skillet). I threw in some fresh tomatoes, parsley, onion, garlic, oregano, etc., etc. and at dinner time, we each had a tasty bowl of soup.
It’s not really soup weather yet, but it’s getting there. I’m looking forward to the cooler days of Autumn when soup and knit socks and sweaters are completely appropriate.