Soup

I've always made soup from scratch. When I had lots of leftovers and lots of time. I'm making it more and more lately. I call it my Everything-but-the-Kitchen-Sink-Soup. What I lack is a recipe so I just use my imagination. If I don't have noodles, I'll use pasta, if I don't have pasta, I'll use rice, no rice then I'll use barley. Vegetables and herbs are first and foremost whatever is getting tired in the fridge then I'll go to frozen from our own garden.

E.B.T.K.S. is a big hit around here. It always was pretty popular but I've noticed a lot more requests for it. I think one of the reasons is the broth, especially when I use rabbit as the base. Rabbit stock or broth is the best I've ever had. It is mild but so flavourful! It tends to be less greasy and and more nutritious. The greatest thing about it is that it is so easy to make.

But soup is just soup, no biggie. I have to admit though, there is a satisfaction to putting together a soup and know everything but the noodles (and a couple of spices) has been grown on The DaM Farm. It's probably psychosomatic, but it seems to make a world of difference in taste. Who knew that satisfaction was a flavour?

Winter Moments

I woke up late today and as I went scurrying about, I caught something I generally miss because by the time the sun rises, I'm usually downstairs tending to the rabbits. A winter sunrise in the country is breathtaking. It's motionlessly vibrant. It's like all the bells and whistles but without the sound.

Winter does have its moments. One of my favorite things is going to the chicken coop around 8 at night for the last time. On a clear night, the multitude of stars array themselves in patterns and swirls. Dark isn't the same in winter, the snow catches reflections and when there's a full moon, I don't even need my trusty flashlight.

I really should take the time to watch these incredible moments and appreciate them. The colour of quiet is unimaginably brilliant and deep.