Turns out I'm on a bit of a soup kick. I think it's the gloomy San Francisco weather. It's been raining nearly every day, or the better part thereof, for weeks now with no end in sight. Even when a day blooms balmy and blue-skied it turns nasty in an instant, not just raining but mercilessly pounding the pavements and unfortunate pedestrians caught outside without an umbrella (ahem). The first time we got caught in the downpour it was warm, so I kicked up my heels and started singing (though I couldn't convince Mr. Food Musings to do a jig with his walking stick. What a stick in the mud....) The next two (three?) times I just sighed and kept walking.
At night, I've veered towards soup with obvious reason. I've been planning a corn chowder for months, ever since Mr. FM came home with a thousand pounds (or maybe more like four) of fresh rock cod. But with my workload having gone from 0-60 in two days and still having to help Mr. FM with his s-l-o-w recovery, I haven't had too much time to go mad scientist in the kitchen. Hence, I made this yummy chowder instead. And suddenly, I was singing again.
OHMYGOD -- I FEEL DIRTY!
Positively Faustian, in fact.
Strike that last line.
It's way too tidy, too schmaltzy, too Grey's Anatomy for this blog (shudder!).
Forgive me...it won't happen again.