I started rehab. No, not for my intimate relationship with alcohol, but for an old shoulder injury. The doctor twisted my arm in every which way, pushed it and pulled it then came up with one conclusion:
“You are not strong enough to hold yourself together.”
You have no idea.
She was referring to the muscles in my shoulder and back, which weakened when I broke my collarbone a year ago and could no longer hold my arm in the correct place. Of course, there was more complicated medical jargon and a plastic replica shoulder involved, but those words stood out.
In the past month I have learned the meaning of loss: First a friend, then a job and now a pet. Almost strategically spaced, so by the time I clawed myself out of a hole a grief another tragedy threw me back in.
I am not strong enough to hold myself together (a month of silence, tears and drinking until I forgot the pain proved that), but I am strong enough to push myself forward.
Sometimes when the weather is chilly and you have consumed 10,000 calories in the past two days thanks to Chicago Restaurant Week, all a girl wants is something easy on the tummy.
On lazy Sunday nights like these I like to make stew, chili or any big meal that will feed me throughout my busy week. If I could eat soup every day of my life, I think I would, especially in winter. Something about being able to drink my lunch appeals to my lazy-girl cooking-style. Canned soup however is ALWAYS lack luster, with too much salt and not enough flavor. Assuming you have some sort of a blender, soup is one of the easiest things to make and most difficult things to screw up. It’s all getting blended together in the end, so mistakes are easily covered. Why settle for something better used in an Andy Warhol painting than eaten?
Below, find the recipe for the delicious pot of potato-brocolli soup (adapted from here) that is now chilling in my fridge.