Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

What Feeds the Soul

It rained today. It's been two months almost to the day since rain has touched my little bit of parched earth. It's not enough, but it will do. The sound of rain to ears which have sought it is like a big warm hug from someone you love. It made my day.

So that being the case, I got busy with food. A day like this sparks the instinct to cook and bake, for me anyway. I couldn't find a happier task on a rainy day. I strew flour over several surfaces, peeled, cored and mixed. Kneaded, simmered and tasted my way through this day. It was wonderful, this day of the simple pleasure of food preparation. There was not a ladder, paint brush or manure fork to be seen!

Is there anything more satisfying to the senses than a freshly baked apple pie just out of the oven? The aroma alone is worth the effort involved, but fortunately I get to eat it and not just smell the goodness.
Fresh bread awaiting dinner, how good is that.
Chicken noodle soup. About as fine a way to end the day as I can think of. I do enjoy a good soup.
I am nearly done with the strenuous task of house painting. This, along with my horse and barn duties has kept me busy and tired. I'm glad I tackled it, but I will be very happy to see the end of this for the season. I'm not what I used to be, but I'm still in the game and thankful for it.

I hope you all are well and life is being kind. 


  1. What stunning dishes you've made. I'm in awe of your work -- how much you do and how physical it all is. I'm glad that you had a respite from the manual labor though and wish I could have a slice of that apple pie right this very instant!

  2. Yes, even I will bake on a wet rainy day. Enjoy.

  3. Elizabeth, and to think I volunteered for this! Sometimes I wonder why I moved from the city. Then I look outside. The pie is very good, the apples a gift from a neighbor.

    Ganeida, I'm shocked! There must be something to this thing with rain and the need to knead. : )

  4. I seem to be able to smell the food in you pictures. But sadly, I cannot taste any of it. Well, it warms me just the same.

  5. Hi Bruce! It's been a long time. I seem to have lost that blogging feeling and have lost touch with so many people. It was all as good as it smells, even if I do say so myself.

  6. Oh my, my, my...that pie looks soooo good. Raining here too...ready for some sun.

  7. Hi Jill. I need to get over to your blog to see the dogs & scenery. We have a dreary, windy day today. We really needed & still need rain.

  8. Sandra - it has been comforting of late, imagining you doing all this honour of living , of life.

  9. deb, I hope you are well. Both of us have disappeared for a time. I'm just busy & out of thoughts.

  10. sending a warm hello Sandra.
    LIfe has dealt some ups and downs of late,
    but it's all part of life . The bittersweet of it.

    hope your Thanksgiving weekend is good.


  11. hi deb. Thank you for checking in. I am not on my computer so much lately. I am alive and mostly well. I had a good Thanksgiving and am turning the rest of the turkey into soup today. It made a beautiful stock!

    I hope you are well and writing your poetry. Hearing from you brightened the day.


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