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We should take care not to make the intellect our god; it has, of course, powerful muscles, but no personality. ~ Albert Einstein
Sunday, January 2, 2000: Guarding the house
I was just put in my place. The living room drapes were closed, and Dinah was lying on the rug in front of them,
and I thought she'd like the drapes to be open so she could lie in the sun, so I opened them. Nope. She moved
out of the sun and basically gave me a look that said, "I was doing fine before you got here."
The photograph is of Pyewacket on full alert. I never did see what she was looking at, but I assume it was another cat in the bushes. She's very vigilant. Bob will call on the phone and ask, "What are the cats doing?" and I'll say, "I don't know where Dinah is, but Pyewacket's guarding the house."
It was kind of an odd day today. I didn't accomplish much. I made soup this morning, though, which I guess is an accomplishment of sorts. It's cooking in the crock pot now; it won't be ready until tomorrow.
Willa's Vegetable Soup
1 large can of tomatoes
2 or 3 stalks of celery, sliced, with tops
2 or 3 carrots, sliced
2 potatoes, diced
1 can green beans, drained
1 can white beans, rinsed
1 small onion, diced
2 cups V-8
1 cup frozen corn
salt and pepper
Put it all in the crock pot and add enough water to cover the vegetables and fill the pot--cover, and cook at the low setting for about 24 hours.
Sometimes I'll boil some macaroni and add it to the individual bowls later, when I get ready to eat it (I almost typed "ready to serve it", but that's sort of imprecise, since no one eats it but me). That both makes it more filling and makes it last longer. This soup has the added advantage of being almost completely fat-free.
Every time that I make it, and I mention it to someone—every time—they ask, "Isn't there any meat in it?" and when I say no, they completely lose interest. I think it's so strange how most Americans feel like they haven't had a meal unless there's a big piece of meat involved. Even though I no longer try to stick to a vegetarian diet, I still prefer meatless dishes.
This is in contrast to Bob, who would probably eat nothing but meat if given the opportunity. Sometimes he'll pick up barbecue for himself and I'll ask if he's having a vegetable, and he'll say, "coleslaw!" I don't count coleslaw as a vegetable. When we ate at the Hereford House last week (just guess what they specialize in), he ordered a steak, and for his appetizer, steak soup. "I'll have a steak, and a side of steak, please."
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