Tea?

Cat on a tea cup
Good day Dearest reader,
Once again we are right out of soup for tonight. Sometimes there is just not enough of things to go around…
But, this is okay. Sometimes we need a bit more substinance than watered down words or ingrediants. Sometimes the complexity and confusion of following a pre-set recipe is too much at the moment.
The feeling of overwhelm.
The cure is called:
TRY HAVING A CUP OF TEA FIRST
and getting some healthy perspective.
Nettle or cammomile is ideal.
Simply place in hot water and allow to steep.
Sit and relax.
Perhaps, think about making something later. The sort of filling stuff mom made as a child. Wait until all feels calm and the tea has worked it’s magic.
Overwhelm happens…
There seems to be many of these times in womens’ lives where there should be a level of understanding to the emotional and spiritual complexity invovled for us; puberty, childbirth, marraige, menopause, becoming a widow- ect. But, true support to flourish through the natural cycles is just not there or encouraged and in fact the opposit seems to be perpetuated against us as women.
Sadly, we live in a culture that expects us to almost preform a certain way during these major life events as women or just basically dissapair in natural form and we’re seen to be shameful and inviting our own pain and abuses by others if not.
Not allowed to transition out of childbaring years gracefully, Not allowed to birth without trauma, Not allowed to marry without total self sacrifice, Not allowed to transition into womanhood without shame, Not allowed to even greive and experience any small still needed joys as well.
But who the fuck is it that we allow to decides these terms and dictates for us?
*Onset of puberty for most women means getting a bra and having to become overly conscience not to offend anyone with our bodies. Or risk being distracting and getting assulted.
*Childbirth for most women means losing all say or control over our own bodies to those better qualified or risk everybody dying.
*Marriage means losing our original names and sometimes aspirations for his name. His dreams or being a total feminist bitch
*Menopause (like childbirth) is viewed by most as a pathology to be controlled…Ha, but it can’t be and the shock of realizing this fact about our bodies so late in life is just crazy making.
*And becoming a widow…
Show me a well known media example where the woman is not either portrayed as a self isolated, wearing black, silent mess OR someone who’s only appearent connection to others is to be financially abused.
Our world needs more people respecting these natural passages, developments and times in womens’ lives as sacred. Protecting and allowing the space for each woman to set her own unique course rather than dictating stereotypes and fear mongering for falling outside the two dimensional sociatal standards of feminity.
Realizing these are specifically vulnerable as well as powerfull times in our lives to be a woman and if our basic rights to simply live our lives and exist as we are are not seen- emotional wellbeing suffers drastically and permenantly.
It just breaks my heart all these totally unecessary, damaging, judgemental and nonsensical constraints still being placed upon women to be totally appeasing to others especially at these pivital moments in our lives and god fucking help us if we do chose to just live our lives because we know innately the sociatal standards of *NOT* respecting women as whole beings are currently wrong.
Look at the extreme body hatred many pubescent girls face.
The high incidence of post partom depression new moms experience.
Domestic abuse in marraiges.
Removal of female parts as the solution to onset of menopause.
And I do try not to dwell on these things as areas for improvement that mainstream feminism chose to ignore in favour of simply erasing puberty, childbirth, marriage, menopause, partners death as valid experiences woman still have…
But, these experiences are all still here for us as women and still potentially isolating as well as more pain inflicted upon us than necessary due to achetypal shackles placed on us from the minds eye- when in truth these times are a huge oppertunity for growth, love and connection.
🍲☠💖 Soupmeyer is a series/compilation creation of 32 cost effective soup recipes accompanied by short stories writen by Canadian Author and Melissa McLarty. Feed the mind/body. New release every friday while series is ongoing. Books by Melissa McLarty available through all Canadian Libraries or for purchase at amazon.com and major retailors by request.📚 Melissa McLarty is also the developer of Children’s Creative Expression Literary program/groups; free copies of program and simple ideas to support children & youth in Literary skills aquisition available by request.✌
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🍅How to ruin Chili forever🌶

A sweaty man consuming some chili

Hello and good evening Dearest dinners,

Chili is quintesential for a stereotypical man soup. The ingrediants are overkill. People have been socialized to have loud opinions about it. There’s lots of meat, farting and most times I’ve had it, somebodies’ mom or domestically inclined life partner just happened to whip up a big batch casually for everyone to enjoy while watching whatever bullshit sporting event she “Really enjoys just hosting and cleaning up after.” Often, there’s a convenient pile of grated cheese (and grating cheese is the fucking worst kitchen job) next to all the bowls and sometimes an almost magically whimsical placed bag of fritos as toppings.

I don’t think Im alone in having no taste for that type of chili. I simply don’t like it on so many levels…although, cheese and chips are pretty appealing and I actually do really appreciate when anyone else serves this- I guess I just won’t ever make it like that myself again.

Did you know that the vast majority of domestic violence murders happen on the same days as major sporting events? For a long time, anyone in position to take note of this such as ER doctors or police chalked it up to simple coincidence; however, a funny thing happened when more women started becoming doctors and police officers too- they discovered it was not just a weird coincidence at all but a real pattern.

Domestic violence counselors equipt with better information from women in places of power began warning their repeat clients of these chilling stats. Telling them not to try and make their standard chili because if his team loses it’s better not to be in the house at all. It won’t matter how nice or tasty the snacks were.

Alternative Vegan Chili Recipe

2 cans diced tomatoes

1 can black beans

1 onion chopped

1 orange pepper chopped

1 garlic chopped

2 celery stalks chopped

1/2 cup brown rice.

1 tablespoon chili powder

1 teaspoon salt

Cover and simmer for about 1 hour. The whole meal (serves 4) costs about $4.00 and by consuming both beans & rice together you get an easy to digest complete protein. A great, cheap and easy alternative to bring camping. It’s pretty nice as a vegetarian dish (rather than vegan) with a big scoop of sour cream as the topping too, which is a good way to add more healthy fats if possible.

Tonight’s story is called,

❄The Last Time Winter Camping🏕

It wasn’t actually winter, but early spring and the snow was still falling. This time, I had packed appropriatley for the 3 day trip into a secluded area of woods I knew well. Everything was all set and it was going to be fun and relatively easy compared to winter survival camping.

On the first night, making and keeping a fire was hard but I managed really good. There was yummy, hot food to eat and I stayed very warm.

On the secound night, there were strange noises in the woods that sounded like possible Sasquatches. In the morning, many of the things left out were missing. I decided it was time to go home. I lived on my own at that point, so home was more appealing than winter camping ever was.

After some research, and discovering Moose mating season happens at approximately the same time I was camping, I’ve concluded this was the noise I heard…

Pretty wild, check it out.

 

Doesn’t explain the missing items though. Perhaps I will just always be a few pegs short of a proper tent set up? hahahaha🤔😉✌

 

🍲☠💖 Soupmeyer is a series/compilation creation of 32 cost effective soup recipes accompanied by short stories writen by Canadian Author and Melissa McLarty. Feed the mind/body. New release every friday while series is ongoing. Books by Melissa McLarty available through all Canadian Libraries or for purchase at amazon.com and major retailors by request.📚 Melissa McLarty is also the developer of Children’s Creative Expression Literary program/groups; free copies of program and simple ideas to support children & youth in Literary skills aquisition available by request.✌

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crazy Beans

Pythagoras crazy green beans
Good evening dearest reader,
Tonight’s dish is lovingly and cringingly referred to (depending on who you ask) in our home as Lentil Soup!
How dumb is a picture of green beans atop a lentil soup recipe?
And why the heck would someone who doesn’t appear to know the difference between green beans and lentils know anything about any recipes?
Hold your fucking horses, because  tonight’s story will be a historical bean comparison analysis centered around the science of a famous bean avoiding cult you may or may not have heard of before and it’s facinating.
Lentil soup has four ingredients.
Water
1/2 bag of red lentils
1 chopped onion
Salt
Cooks covered for about an hour or forever.
Mix regularily with a fork.
Lentil soup is crazy simple. Very filling and comforting. Lentils are a high source of natural, easy to digest folate. Folate is required for healthy fetal development during pregnancy and it’s a little different in structural make up than synthetic folic acid which is in prenatal vitamins.
Did you know there is a significant portion of our population who currently are highly allergic to synthetic folic acid but not folate? This is due to a gene mutation called mthfr. No joke 😐
Prenatals make these people feel very ill and actually build up folic acid in the blood stream which inhibits absorbing actual folate. It’s not just the synthetic vitamins from a plastic container making some people sick it’s literally everything from the grocery store that has folic acid added to it -which is most boxed food.
For tonight’s story I want to talk about Pythagoras and green beans.
Pythagoras was a greek philosopher, known as a wise man. He invented math.
In his day, he had a devoted following of disciples keen to learn math- but, it was a very small group. Math seemed insane and even dangerous to most people. This is true fact although hard to believe; even more difficult to believe is the fact that Pythagoras had one main rule for his minions if they wanted to learn anything he taught.
“NEVER EAT GREEN BEANS!”
That was honesty his main rule. There are stories of Pythagoreans choosing death over so much as touching a green bean and biting their own tongues off rather than speak about why they were being so weird about beans.
For a long time since people speculated on the metaphysical reasons for this lunacy.
The shape of the beans?
   The colour of the beans?
      The problem of a person’s essence               being made of breath and perhaps,
           Someone who ate beans could                     lose their spirit/essence through                 Farting?
Songs and poems that are still known today came into existence to encourage bean consumption and dispell pythagorean fears. it wasn’t until more recent times it was discovered that actually many folks in the Pythagorean era had a gene mutation similar to todays’ mthfr problem and would die or at least become unwell if they consumed green beans. So, it wasn’t crazy at all afterall.
Just some food for thought.
When I was a small girl about 4 years old I would not eat green beans. I gave my parents a very difficult about this.
“I WILL DIE IF I HAVE TO TRY A BITE!”
*tears, gaging*
“I AM DYING!”
*dramatically*
After (more recently) learning about Pythagoras’ crazy bean theory this may be an excellent arguement for reincarnation 😂 or at least sympathy for the picky eaters.
A few links attached for research.
 🍲☠💖 Soupmeyer is a series/compilation creation of 32 cost effective soup recipes accompanied by short stories writen by Canadian Author Melissa McLarty. Feed the mind/body. New release every friday while series is ongoing. Books by Melissa McLarty available through all Canadian Libraries or for purchase at amazon.com and major retailors by request.📚 Melissa McLarty is also the developer of Children’s Creative Expression Literary program/groups; free copies of program and simple ideas to support children & youth in Literary skills aquisition available by request.✌
https://www.dietvsdisease.org/mthfr-mutation-symptoms-and-diet/
http://articles.latimes.com/1996-04-18/food/fo-59692_1_fava-beans

🍲🐱🌱Seasonal Celebration Soup🌟🐁🌺1 of 4

Summer solstice ancient wisdom compass

Happy Summer Solstice Dearest Dinners!🌟⭐🌞☀️

What a magikal time of year this can be filled with wonder and a bounty of fresh, wild foraged herbs and vegetables!

Tonights recipe and reading will be quick and simple. Spend as much time as possible in the outdoors. Living.

🍲Nettle & Brown Rice soup✌

Fresh foraged Nettles (3 handfulls woŕth *if you’re expert)

1 cup high quality, cooked brown rice

1 1/2 cups raw milk

1 1/2 cups water

pinch of salt/pepper

***Store bought kale & GMO milk can be substituted for those less resource inclined/experienced/daring***

Blend all ingrediants and simmer gently for 5 minutes.

We enter a shift in time and energy as the most masculine portion of our internal barometers flux in harmony with father sun taking his highest stance of the year, so far from earth yet never felt more in warmth of presence. Later, with the sun’s return a harvest- equinox. Sprouts to bloom.

A short Poem about Summer

🐁Too Much, Too Hot🐱

A star rose to the center of our sky

To mark this time.

It’s coming. He is coming back home.

But, it will not be bliss. It will be too much, too hot.

He is like the guest who demands access to all and ruins your things. He lives here though and will never leave.

Yours is not the only home he has keys.

But, for now he is out like a tomcat in the night.

Relax little mice, there is still time to play while the sun shines high,

become busy, grow, multiply.

The hunger is mutual.☀️

 

🍲☠💖 Soupmeyer is a series/compilation creation of 32 cost effective soup recipes accompanied by short stories writen by Canadian Author and Melissa McLarty. Feed the mind/body. New release every friday while series is ongoing. Books by Melissa McLarty available through all Canadian Libraries or for purchase at amazon.com and major retailors by request.📚 Melissa McLarty is also the developer of Children’s Creative Expression Literary program/groups; free copies of program and simple ideas to support children & youth in Literary skills aquisition available by request.✌

 

 

 

🍄Cream of Mushroom Encounters👻

A place for thoughts. Little fairy house.

Good Evening Dear reader,

For tonight’s soup you will need a can of cream of mushroom soup and water or milk if you’re rolling in it. Yes, commercial canned soup has issues, BPA coating ect ect ect. Yet, sometimes that is what we have to work with.

I have an especially weird love for this soup. My mother made it (opened it) for me. My grandmothers made it (opened it) too. I usually keep a flat of it in the pantry in case the world ends or something only slightly less dramatic happens like I don’t fucking feel like or have time for actually cooking.

To me, this soup has some good fats, B12 and lots of salt. Substinance food. I’d say it’s just probably the most normal comforting food there could be in a store bought can. But, there was a time where I’d cook it up and strange things would happen. I dont blame the soup though.

About a decade ago, I regularily worked the grave yard shift alone (as the only staff) in a group home a short drive from the city that was surrounded by nothing but farms/farmland. The house was built to look like an everyday home on the outside but the inside resembeled a hospital corridor only warmer. This was home to five lovely men who are non verbal and non ambulatory. The government funded the building of their home, their move, and staffing needs after one of the larger institutions in Canada was shut down permenantly for completely deplorable, unethical and abusive conditions. Many patients were displaced/lost during that time, so I always look at that home as a nice, sort of magical place where at least some comfort and stability could be offered and I still visit the men there whenever Im nearby.

My responsibilities during night shift were to do rounds every hour, practice comfort measures, give nighttime and am medications, audit the previous daily meds given and any money accounts, some meal planning, change breifs, cleaning, and log entries. Because night shift could not leave or take a real undisturbed break (in case the men would require care during that time and only one staff on), the union agreed that a meal would be provided for night shift staff in lou of overtime pay. And can you guess what the meal was?

That’s right, a can of cream of mushroom soup. It was the only thing which made sense because unfortunately anything else would have come out of the men’s food budget/rations as per the original agreement- it was overlooked in that part of the bargaining and planning that they usually did not eat during night shift so making a whole extra meal would have negatively effected what food quantities was left to work with for them. Most night shift staff knew to bring their own meal, but the cream of mushroom soup was there if not.

I would take my “break” at 3am most nights. This consisted of throwing breifs in the outside laundry bins while my soup or whatever I brought warmed. Two times very strange things happened and both those times I had mushroom soup on, which is most likely just coincidental.

The first time, I was outside and what looked like a very muscular bullmastive dog came jontily walking down the dark desolate street right towards me wagging his tail. I was thrilled because I absolutely love dogs. I softly called out in the friendly stupid voice I reserve for dogs,

“Hey big fella! You gonna come get some pats!?!” As I playfully tapped the palms of my hands to my knees.

Well, this took the dog by surprise and he had to stop for a moment to think about it- which I thought was strange. A feeling hit me, pretty hard that this was a very strange dog indeed as he was now only ten feet away but still in the shadows walking weirdly slow and holding his tail pretty funny up behind him. I cooed to him,

“Are you hurt buddy? Commere let me take a look at you.”

Five feet away now in full light, he fucking smiled at me! With fangs!

‘NOT A DOG! NOT A DOG! NOT A DOG!’

Went trough my head more times than necessary. I backed back into the home, somehow, without actually moving.  Locked the door and checked my soup.

My confidence in my ability to recognize basic animal traits was so shot after that that I still wonder if it was a cougar or some sort of friendly demon?

Either way, I still feel scared just thinking about it.

The secound time a really strange thing happened there was years later while I was again warming cream of mushroom soup. I was outside again at about  3 am and i just got the feeling to run. Like for no reason I could know of at all. So, I did it. Right back into the home- still holding the bag of breifs I was trying to take out. This time, I slammed the door and locked it hard.

I took a step back and put the bag on the floor. I laughed at myself a little for my panic. And then I screamed! A young man in a bright orange hoodie was looking at me through the door window!!! He was standing completely still, not even blinking.

‘This can not be real.’ I thought to myself. But, he was still there just the same. Doing nothing. I ducked down low out of sight, sorta crawled the few steps towards the door and slid the curtain shut, but it did not help me feel much better because there where many bare windows in this home. I realized that I should probably do something, and that thought seemed worse than doing nothing, yet more reasonable.

I stood up and quickly peaked out the curtain.

“Oh Mi God!” He was still there!

I pulled the curtain back closed stayed low (for what reason Im not sure) and sort of half bent over shuffle ran to the office to get the phone.

“Fuck!” The office did not have blinds either. I grab the phone and peak out that window. He’s still there, and now he’s having a fucking cigarette and talking to himself!

‘Is this an emergency?’ I think to myself. Well no. The doors are pretty heavy. The windows are all solid. We are pretty safe in here, but it’s scary. I grab the phone and the phonebook and find the non emergency police number.

“Yes, I am working here________ and there is a strange man just hanging about the property, looking in the window.”

“Okay, we’ll send someone right out.”

“Thank you.”

“Is he still there?”

“Um, I crawl out from under the desk and peak again.” Breathing a sigh of relief.

“He’s walking away.”

“Okay good. We’re still sending an officer, do you want me to stay on the line until he arrives?”

“No. That’s okay, I need to do rounds and don’t want to wake anybody up.”

My soup burnt. I see flickering blue and red lights several times passing by out the window.  An uneventful hour passes filled with cleaning the elements and stove and then that heavy knock at the door. The officer tells me they’ve picked the guy up, says he’s known to them and asks if we keep medications on site.

He tells me not to be afraid to call again if anything like this ever happens again.

I wonder how the guy knew this was a group home?

Anyways, those were the two super strange things which happened at that home while making cream of mushroom soup. Lots of other just kinda weird things and sorta shitty meals happened during grave yard shifts there and while working at hospitals too – seems to go hand in hand I guess. Chaos, eating poorly and working in health that is.

But how amazing to have been so close to a mountain lion, if that’s even what it was?

🍲☠💖 Soupmeyer is a series/compilation creation of 32 cost effective soup recipes accompanied by short stories writen by Canadian Author Melissa McLarty. Feed the mind/body. New release every friday while series is ongoing. Books by Melissa McLarty available through all Canadian Libraries or for purchase at amazon.com and major retailors by request.📚 Melissa McLarty is also the developer of Children’s Creative Expression Literary program/groups; free copies of program and simple ideas to support children & youth in Literary skills aquisition available by request.✌

 

 

 

 

Tao Soup

Hands on an empty bowl. Whats for dinner? Fasting. Starving.
Good evening,
*WARNING*
There will be no soup recipe tonight.
It must be noted here for those who are foolish that nothing I am writing should replace common sense. Here, fasting will be discussed (*lecture form) strictly as a spiritual idea rather than advice or in place of any sort of expert opinion. By continuing to read you take full responsibility for your own spiritual practices, body, thoughts. I would hope most people are above being influenced to any degree in the negative by a simple blog filled with many things that can be chalked up to little more than whacky ideas…but there is a reason lawnmowers have stickers on the blades (*With illustrated images too!*) warning not to put hands in while the engines on. Somebody did it. If you are someone who requires more in depth warnings than I will give as a factor in decisionary processing skills- kindly fuck off. This isn’t for you. At all. It’s for people who do their own research and already have their own working ideas about things before comitting to anything.
Still here?
Good.
Tonight, I invite you to cultivate your inner being using a sort of kitchen tao and will give you a recipe for your mind and a purge for your body.
Contrary to the popular belief,
“People can not learn on an empty stomach.”- I know an empty stomach to fuel motivation and spirit like no other means in the world and I believe a better common phrase could be,
“People will look inward, become crafty, and not be the slightest bit responsive to oppression when fasting.”
I think this is why fasting is not recommended or generally encouraged. Full people are compliant people.
There is a very large difference in effect upon the individual’s sense of being and ability to reason between consciously choosing to fast for a set period of time/number of meals or wanting yet being denied access to good/ample food. I have experienced both perspectives when I was a younger women, as Im sure many single mothers who do not compromise on their children’s food quantity or quality in todays econmoy/wage gap do too.
It seems sometimes that although women/mothers still do most of the buying, cooking and dishes around food in the average home- we are still and perhaps always will be the ones to go with out as well.
Ever purposely wait until after dinner to ask someone to do something they might not enjoy doing as much as you would enjoy them doing it for you?
This may be why and how going out for dinner became the most popular courting ritual in our culture. And why men say they don’t like girls who only eat salads on dates- but also loves girls who look like they only eat salads. Hahaha.
If food has the power manipulate a persons actions (what would you do for a klondike bar?), food most certainly can be used as a tool to master ones own will power as well. Self control. Connection to a non material source for nourishment. Crazy talk.
I could go on and on about this;
The whys
The wheres
The whens
The whats
The whoms (is it serving?)
Of our current ideas around food.
But for tonight I will stick to the how’s of fasting as a philosophical theory only.
To learn new and complex things the brain requires optimal blood flow. This does not happen when blood is centered towards digestion. For the same reason men can not function if thinking about much else during and become exhausted after sex -all mammals become sleepy, and fight the urge to shut down when attempting to raise intelligence just the same. It tires us out if there’s anything else going on in the body. More so, when our bellies are full and the life force that runs in our blood is diverted between tasks of digestion and thinking.
The head becomes too heavy for it all and a nap feels much more appealing than learning.
Want a super solid night’s sleep? Try learning something new on a full stomach. Sleep will win.
I would rather run into a full tiger than a hungŕy one.🐯
But no one is here tonight reading this to discover exciting new ways to come across as pleasent, appealling and possibly more compliant to the rules of civility. People who really, truely enjoy soup have a little higher blood/brain ratio in general for the simple reason that it’s easier on the digestive tract.
On another note,
Perhaps pigs are simply tigers devolved from lack of need?🐷
How can one start to make sense of what fasting can accomplish specifically as a meditative/spiritual tool? A general understanding in praticing personal metaphysical analysis during daily life as well as the ability to look for the tao in simple things are crucial starting points.
Tao
(in Chinese philosophy) the absolute principle underlying the universe, combining within itself the principles of yin and yang and signifying the way, or code of behavior, that is in harmony with the natural order.
Metaphysics
the branch of philosophy that deals with first principles and seeks to explain the nature of being or reality (ontology) and of the origin and structure of the universe (cosmology): it is also closely associated with the study of the nature of knowledge (epistemology)
speculative philosophy in general
esoteric, often mystical or theosophical, lore. The theory or principles (of some branch of knowledge). POPULARLY, any very subtle or difficult reasoning.
These are deep questions that only the hungriest people can ask, while daring to expect answers too.
Most of history’s greatest game changers give credit to learning some version of the above philosophies along with periods of fasting and prayer for all major accomplishments contributed to humanity.
I wonder what bite sized versions can look like in regular life or must we really be constantly consuming and regurgitating everything that is put in front of us without question?
🍲☠💖 Soupmeyer is a series/compilation creation of 32 cost effective soup recipes accompanied by short stories writen by Canadian Author Melissa McLarty. Feed the mind/body. New release every friday while series is ongoing. Books by Melissa McLarty available through all Canadian Libraries or for purchase at amazon.com and major retailors by request.📚 Melissa McLarty is also the developer of Children’s Creative Expression Literary program/groups; free copies of program and simple ideas to support children & youth in Literary skills aquisition available by request.✌

Pink Bisk Pink Rose

Beautiful pink sitka rose. Wild flower.

Good Evening Dear Reader,

Would you like to learn how a beautiful colour can heal a broken heart?

It happens to the best of us, if we are lucky and have truely lived- multiple times. A broken heart is not always caused by a jilted love affair (although sadly these are the stories that seem to be valued in repetition as warnings to young women); we cañ be hurt by anything we give our time, love and creative energy towards and this has the potential to devestate. Some may say, when these instances occur it is due to an inherent weakness of the individual. There are multiple proffesions that would have zero value or importance if it was not for the monetization of this belief in ego tripping victim blaming.

But, I will tell you a secret…

When you can’t eat, can’t sleep and things that use to make sense stop holding any meaning; it is not because of a design flaw or bad karma or poor decisions. People do not lose their abilities to maintain standards of living or confidence in life because they made an other wise avoidable mistake. Yet, it would be a comfort to ignorantly believe we have so much control. Much easier to face than the scary truth which is sometimes shit just happens. Bad shit to good people.

The only way to heal a broken heart is by softly recognizing where the seperation occurred and sprouting completly a new from that point. Before this can happen, the roots must be gently nourished out of  the pale shock and shut down. Interracting with warm colours helps, they speak to the etherial self like fairy tales, saying in a soft whisper

“There is still hope and beauty in this world.”

Pink Bisk

Ingrediants:

1 cup coconut milk

1/4 cup corn

1 red pepper

1 clove of garlic

Pinch of salt, Pinch of Cayenne pepper

Blend thoroughly (*blender) and bring just to a simmer before enjoying from a mug for ease.

Enjoy your soup and this sweet little story, remember when things were simple and fun.

The Pink Wild Rose.

The smell is tart like vitamin C and it is easily found in spring. It grows in pretty clusters. I use the pettles in the bath or to make a nice freshening water for travel.

Primarily known as the Sitka Rose, there are many beautiful legends associated to this useful flower, they are not mine though and would be better heard straight from the original people to create them.

I can tell you an original story of my own creation about the wild rose.

Once upon a time there was a little girl who had a doll named Queen Vivian Rainbow Heart and she loved the doll as if it were a real friend. People would laugh at her doll’s name and she found that quite rude- but she did not let that change what she called her.

Queen Vivian Rainbow heart had many outfits and a few hats that the little girl’s mother had bought from the store on a few different occasions. The little girl loved her mother and had fun with the assortments, however today was a special day and nothing Queen Vivian Rainbow Heart already had would do.

Today Queen Vivian Rainbow Heart was going to walk a tight rope that the little girl had set out of floss all the way across the whole house! It started at the little girls door knob and ran all the way to the refrigerator. There was a reason she was The Queen after all, everything she did was entirely, amazingly impressively intricate. It had taken most of the morning to set up just right…

Well, that last bit was not completely true. After tripping and becoming caught serveral times, the little girl’s mother had told her to take it down and sent her outside to play which the little girl did after some crying at and reasoning with the mother who agreed to help her put it back up AFTER some outside time and lunch. The mother had actually hoped the little girl would forget, but the little girl was like an elphant.

Now, the time had come and the pressure was on. The other not so daring dolls, some okay stuffed animals and the little girl’s mother all stood at a complete stand still in anticipation for Queen Vivian Rainbow Heart to do her feat of greatness, but she needed a hat and none of the hats were quite fitting this event.

One was too drab.

One kept falling off and frustratingly ruining everything.

And the last one, well it was just stupid and never got used or was very good for anything anyways.

The little girl started to become very disheartend.

“How can Queen Vivian Rainbow Heart ever do anything if she doesn’t have what she needs to do it!?” The little girl whined.

The little girls mother smiled gently,

“Perhaps Queen Vivian Rainbow Heart needs a crown?”

The little girl liked this idea very much and set about the house to create a small crown, but nothing was right for what she imagined and then she remembered all the pretty pink flowers she had picked earlier while outside. She strung 3 together and placed them atop Queen Vivian Rainbow Heart’s head. Perfection…

Yet, things still did not seem just right to the little girl. Something was missing. She sat there for a moment admiring Queen Vivian Rainbow Heart’s spendor before she decided that she must have a crown for herself as well. Seven flowers later everything was in place. And, just in time too as the little girl’s father had just returned home from work and would surely not want to miss this.

Oh my, he was walking towards the refrigerator.

“NOOOOO!”

The little girl screamed but it was too late. The tight rope snaped. Luckily Queen Vivian Rainbow Heart was not yet on the line at this time. A minor setback not worth dwelling on.

For the third time the tight rope was set for Queen Vivian Rainbow Heart and this time, she had everything in place. The walk took only thirty seconds to complete but felt to the little girl as though it was an eternity. Everý step Queen Vivian Rainbow Heart took mattered very much.

She got to the end, took a bow and then tidied up because soon it would be time for dinner, and it was always so nice to start fresh again the next day.

The end

🍲☠💖 Soupmeyer is a series/compilation creation of 32 cost effective soup recipes accompanied by short stories writen by Canadian Author Melissa McLarty. Feed the mind/body. New release every friday while series is ongoing. Books by Melissa McLarty available through all Canadian Libraries or for purchase at amazon.com and major retailors by request.📚 Melissa McLarty is also the developer of Children’s Creative Expression Literary program/groups; free copies of program and simple ideas to support children & youth in Literary skills aquisition available by request.✌

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Bones part 2

The bones. Bone chicken. Bone broth

Welcome Back,

Where were we?

By now the home should smell of delicous, nurishing- slowly cooking bone broth if you are making it as well. For smaller families or single persons- it’s quite easy to freeze individual serving sizes. The same bones can be used with *recipe* repeated a few times too. Just be careful to use good foodsafety sense if doing this (which Im sure most have).

Did you know it might be possible to support your injuries in healing by eating food that is similar. Bones for bones. Yellow for liver. That sort of thing. I didn’t believe this until some years back…

As I was saying,

Picture me just gliding down the mountain. Not a care in the world. Im listening to Joker by Steve Miller. I scare myself a few times by going too fast and straight shooting the large ice patches. Luckley, most crowds congested lower on the hill and I had most runs up here to myself.

I traverse the mountain towards the beginer runs. My legs throb from holding a low tuckish position longer than the muscles are use to. I am out of my once usual shape.

I find my man sitting near the horrible green carpet. Less people are here now too. It’s easy to get tired quickly for most of us on the mountain no matter where we are- the begining of the day is always busier. Oh, and he looks more tired than I’ve ever seen him. His eyes look sad, but he smiles at me.

“Let me show you what I’ve figured out so far.”

He winces as he pushes himself up off the ice.

“What happened?” I ask, seeing he is favouring his right wrist.

“Nothing. Im fine.”

He’s fucking tough as nails. And if that wasn’t the most impressive first day run I’ve ever seen, I don’t know what to say.  We reach the bottom. He tenderly pulls off his gloves.

“Yup.” He says looking at his grotesquely ever swelling hand, as he begins to look green in the face.

“Yup.” I say, as I shake my head, catching my son out of the corner of my eye, leaving his group to meet us for lunch. He dilly dallies with his friends.

“Common buddy, quickly please.”

“Whoooe! What happened to his hand?”

“We should go to ski patrol” I say.

“No. I just bashed it a little, Im fine.”

“Well…I think we are done for today anyways.”

“I said Im fine.”

I drive us towards home and we get fast food on the way- but he can not eat his, which is unusual. I slow down to a crawl as we approach the hospital.

“I want to go home and get out of this stuff first” he says.

The secound outfit was 100% better than the snowsuit for sure…Big beard. Crazy hat hair. Miss buttoned dress shirt. Grey track pants and of course, well worn cowboy boots.

“Maybe we should’ve went straight to the hospital?” He says still wincing.

“Probably.” I say.

***

We walk into emergency and its empty. The admitting nurse looks him up and down, she begins smiling most likely because although he is obviously quite hurt he is also beyond so sweet looking in his ensemble.

“Dressed yourself eh?”

But, he’s in no mood to be made fun of, although he smiles politely at this.

“What happened to you?”

“I was learning how to snowboard and fell on my wrist.”

And I shit you not she actually said,

“That’s ridiculous!”

Thinking, there is no shortage of opinions here, I look around and notice there is multiple pro-life posters and literature and I feel instantly thankfull our visit tonight is not due to a rape or abortion complications.

I start to feel the disparage of needing expert opinions found no where other than processed air filled stail, steril smelly hospitals.

“Lucky for you, we have a doctor in tonight. I’ll take your vitals and get you processed. Sit here.”

“Oh, you’re in allot of pain.”

An hour later, while he gets x-rays, I am left wondering why I found it so quietly  funny how offended the Doctor became when I asked him if he was Australian rather than taking proper note that he was white south african.

“Are you sure, you sound Australian?”

I probably shouldn’t have told the doctor that offering a perscription to what seemed to me an obscene amount of perks was evil, or said  “By all means please do dope him up now and quickly though. Perhaps before twisting his arm this way and that might have been kinder? And maybe before he’s jostled any further?” It’s not usually a good idea to tell a doctor anything. Most of them already know everything anyways.

***

“You can see here and here where the fractures occured * pointing at the x-ray. But it’s too swollen to do anything other than brace it right now. Come back next week for more x-rays once the swelling is down. Guess you’re not going to try snowboarding again anytime soon.”

*He never did try snowboarding again.

“We’ll have to get clearer images to determine how much more extensive damages are present and what treatments are needed.”

We get home and it’s still a reasonable hour. I sadly think this could be a devestating injury.  I begin to make the bone broth. I pray silently and think about his strength. I think about our strength together. For 5 days I serve bone broth with each meal. I add more salt than usual too because of all these x-rays happening and coming.

He goes back to the hospital. He gets re-X-rayed. His wrist is not broken or fractured at all. Perfect bones. No need for the brace anymore either. They said there must have just been shadows on the original. Nothing more than a strain.

Less then two weeks later, we became engaged, A month after that, drove across BC and got married. There has been no problem with his wrist since. Weather or not it was the bone broth is up for debate. I think it helped.

🍲☠💖 Soupmeyer is a series/compilation creation of 32 cost effective soup recipes accompanied by short stories writen by Canadian Author Melissa McLarty. Feed the mind/body. New release every friday while series is ongoing. Books by Melissa McLarty available through all Canadian Libraries or for purchase at amazon.com and major retailors by request.📚 Melissa McLarty is also the developer of Children’s Creative Expression Literary program/groups; free copies of program and simple ideas to support children & youth in Literary skills aquisition available by request.✌

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

🗻The Bones☠

The bones. Bone chicken. Bone broth

Good day, welcome.

Dearest Reader,

Believe what you like from this true story. We’re going to talk about Bones and a little trick to help fix them; although the doctor’s explantion was different than mine.

Bone broth Ingrediants:

1. Water *it does not matter how much, but you probably want enough to at least cover everything in the pot.

2. Any healthy animal carcass in whole or select pieces (chicken, turkey, duck, or rabbit are most popular) *You will want to have enjoyed the meat as a meal first. We are talking about mostly picked clean skeletons. Break the bones. * adding some skin makes for a richer more gelatinous broth- but is not necessary.

3. Salt and seasonings. *I use about 1tbsp of salt and whatever tasty herbs are handy.

4. 1tsp of apple cider vinegar *This helps leach the marrow out of the bones and into the soup water, as well as killing off excess bacterias.

Some years ago, it was a cold and early morning in January. My son and I had spent the evening prior doing some checks and adjustments to our snowboarding gear as my boyfriend watched and offered tools with slight trepidation. Although I was happy he wanted to learn and was going to have his first try- I was silently cursing the fact that my son was going to be in lessons (which ment freedom for me) and I was still going to be stuck holding  hands on the babyhill. It’s just not what the mountain is about for me. I wanted to fly. I wanted to go fast. I love to ride. Call me selfish if you like.

“What’s wrong Sweety?” My boyfriend asked as he pryed open the door to help load our old frozen solid jeep.

I realized I was looking at him like he offered me non alchoholic beer, or cake without icing. Oh my god I love him, but I did not want to spend today with anyone but myself and the mountain.

Fuck. Why did I only learn not to say displeasing things, but not how to smile regardless?

Long pause as my face goes blank and I decide whether to be a bitch and speak my truth or choke it down- look for the positives and smile

“It’s going to be a good day.”

He looks at me lovingly.

“I know you don’t get up the mountain as often as you like. I don’t expect you to stay with me. I can figure it out.”

‘Fuck, Im a jerk. What’s wrong with me? He, supports everything I do and I’m unhappy to spend the morning teaching him something that I love so we can share it together?’

“Maybe… I will get you started, show you a few things and then go do a few runs on my own while you practice if that’s cool?”

He smiles at me as he gently turns the broken ignition switch that no longer requires any key while holding just enough pressure on the gas to keep the jeep from sputtering to death. Silence, as we listen to the motor catch and find it’s balance between reving too high and totally disengaging.

“There it goes.”

We all feel the same exictment as people who love to watch team sports (rather than do housework) when their team scores a goal. Pennywise crackles and then blairs over the suprising still mostly decent stereo.

The parking lot is packed for a weekday. My son runs off with his friends from his private school towards the lesson and rental building. I fight the urge to scream

‘I LOVE YOU BUDDY!’

as the man and I follow behind at a more regulated pace, knowing my soñ will be off and having a great time before we’ve rented the extra board.

***

The green carpet slowly takes us up the soft incline. I don’t like how the people on this carpet hold their gear. We step off at the top and over and around a family lying in a tangle of poles and skis, offering hands to the smaller children who are screaming but refuse to get up before helping their parents up.

“So basically, you will want to keep your body facing forwards. Arms out knees bent.”

As I demonstrate, a few unknowns crowd up and try to copy the stance. Before cashing into each other and sliding towards us. More folks join the slow motion pile up. We quickly remove our boards and walk further still from the carpet.

I make the stance again.

“And just get use to how you move in a controlled way down the slope…

I raise my voice to be heard over more screaming children coming ever closer.

“LIKE THIS!!!NICE AND EASY!!!”

He follows me as we narrowly escape another slow moving pile up.

“I’ve got this sweety. Go do some runs. See you later.”

“Are you sure?”

He looks at me in a way that says he does not repeat himself, and at that moment I feel like he is the most handsome, thoughtful man in the universe.

I save either of us the indignity of bridging the five feet between us and attempting to manuver a kiss. I take off. But i regret it as I do. I look back and he’s up, doing well. I glide straight through the empty singles line and get partnered with a few young men to share the lift up. I put my headphones in, and set my eyes forward thinking about the next run. Toots and the maytels makes me smile. The guy next to me says something rude, stupid and very loud to his buddy. I turn my music louder still and light a cigarette.

It’s  a very icey day, but I am as effortless as caramel flowing down the sides of a scoop of icecream, gliding down the hilltops. It feels so good. My bones vibrate with happiness…

Bone broth takes many hours to cook. The longer the better really. Let it come to a boil and then cover and gently simmer. A few days is best. But one day will do. Some stories are like this as well. Find out who broke what in part two.

🍲☠💖 Soupmeyer is a series/compilation creation of 32 cost effective soup recipes accompanied by short stories writen by Canadian Author Melissa McLarty. Feed the mind/body. New release every friday while series is ongoing. Books by Melissa McLarty available through all Canadian Libraries or for purchase at amazon.com and major retailors by request.📚 Melissa McLarty is also the developer of Children’s Creative Expression Literary program/groups; free copies of program and simple ideas to support children & youth in Literary skills aquisition available by request.✌

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

🌟Something out of Nothing🍲

Good soup. Filling. Full pot.

Goodevening and welcome

Dearest reader,

Something out of nothing is an alchemical trick you can learn from tonight’s soup recipe and rambling. You will need a pot at the very least.

Ingrediants:

What do you have?

My Opa came here from Holland. This is the story he told me of being able to eat during the war even though soldiers took all his family’s food for themselves.

We were farmers. Dutch had to be a stubborn people; possibly the most set in our ways otherwise our country would still be underwater today. Did you know that? That Holland was under the ocean until we built dykes and made something out of nothing. Not many people can do that. Oh boy, and what a beautiful place it was. Some of the best farmland in the world. We grew carrots and potatoes…

There were pears too, but I will tell you about the pear trees and how upset I made my mother another time.

The soldiers were greedy, no good men. They would come to our farm often and ransack the place. They’d take everything and I mean everything! Or so they thought.

They didn’t give a damn if we had anything left for ourselves. They wanted all the potatoes. All the Chickens. All the carrots. Every last onion too. Allot of people died from having no food.

So, they’d come and we’d say to them, knowing we were going to starve to death- That’s just fine, and we’d smile and begin peeling the potatoes we grew, havested and cleaned ourselves.

*Opa would casually get up and pretend like his story was over.

“NO OPA!!!!” Us grandkids, would shout as we followed him.

“THAT’S NOT RIGHT!”

“YOU TOLD THEM NO!?”

We couldn’t say no. There were too many and they had guns. They would have come back hungrier.

“So you just gave them all your food?”

Yes. But we kept the potatoe skins and were heavy handed skinning them. We made their potatoes these stupidly perfect ovals all the same size. They loved that. We did the same for the carrots too and kept all the ends. It wasn’t long before those clowns wanted us peeling the whole villages’ crops. And we did. Happily.

“But why were you happy Opa? That doesn’t sound like a good thing to have to do.”

Because we made soup from all the scraps. We made enough soup for all our neighbours and friends. Nobody who knew us starved. They called us the soupmeyers and if you ever meet another dutch person, you can tell them your name is meyer and they should know about our famous soup.

The ends and skins were the best part anyways. That’s where all the nutrients are. Those soldiers probably had a very hard time ever taking a shit, you could tell by how they walked.

🍲☠💖 Soupmeyer is a series/compilation creation of 32 cost effective soup recipes accompanied by short stories writen by Canadian Author Melissa McLarty. Feed the mind/body. New release every friday while series is ongoing. Books by Melissa McLarty available through all Canadian Libraries or for purchase at amazon.com and major retailors by request.📚 Melissa McLarty is also the developer of Children’s Creative Expression Literary program/groups; free copies of program and simple ideas to support children & youth in Literary skills aquisition available by request.✌