The rich hues of a story, crafted with the skill of a smith, read in the dark of winter open one to a way of fueling the inner fires, tending. Tending to the memory of a time- thousands of years ago, to a place- a recall and a plant to that which I can smell with its rich spring green, tiny hairs that tickle if touched just softly enough- the tingling comes later as if to remind me of my day... mineral rich green gives way to flowers that say "don't eat me now" and nodding seed-laden stalks in fall to collect when green for winter stores.
Smells so rich they linger and meld with the long slow cooking of 3# of onions – caramelizing in olive oil and butter or the like and salt, soften the hard edges of night. (The salt invites a sweating of the thinly sliced onions).
The soup has been simmering for two days- with a cool down time half way through- just the sweetened onions, water, salt and pepper- the onions have almost melted into the broth. Soup at near complete after 12 hours at a slow simmer. I introduce two long squeezes of the Braggs bottle along with the deep green and sage of Rosemary and simmered 3o minutes more. This ladled over a grated hard cheese and two crisped bread rounds- too hot to eat- so after a few moments the crisps have swollen full of the broth and I cannot wait any longer! Sweet and savory, salty and warm- a nourishing meal in one bowl. In two days I will heat the soup to share with friends and at that time I will add a few fresh sprigs of Thyme from the garden.
This soup is best when it has the luxury of two days cook time. The caramelizing can be a two hour, slow love affair- so carve out some time to linger and dance, write and sing you both alive!
Tonight I savor this bowl of soup while dreaming of freshly emerging deep green- purple dusted Nettle...
She holds us in her knowing
Listen... can you hear
Her breathe? The air
thick with teaching
through everything- she breathes
through everything she creates
through everything she dreams
through everything- she rests
through everything- she connects
through everything- she roots
through everything- she centers
Linda C Moore