I try to be a good citizen of the world…and that means recycling. But why is it so complicated? I can’t tell you how many times I have stood at Starbucks trying to figure out does the empty cup go here and the plastic top go there.
NOT A DAY GOES BY when we don’t face some sort of frustrating delay or obstacle, and too often our response is to strain against how things are. That tends to happen to me when I’m rushing somewhere in my car, but those feelings may suddenly sneak up on you while the water fills the tub ever so slowly, or as your child struggles with clumsy fingers to master the complexity of a shoelace, or on those days when nothing—not your Internet server, not your spouse, not the postman, nobody!!—does things when or how you want.
I love soup of all kinds, and it seemed like an obvious choice for dinner for us. The weather (while not as cold as it is today) was turning colder. What is better on a cold night than a warm bowl of soup? We picked up our favorite vegetables, two cans of crushed tomatoes, and one box vegetable broth and a soup was born. I doctored my bowl up by crumbling Ritz crackers over the top and adding parmesan cheese – but that it was certainly not a necessity.
This past week has been a challenging one. It has been crazy and busy with no real rhyme or reason. I have been home with my family,and usually this means my mom making all our favorite foods, but this trip it meant my sisters and I eating out a lot. Multiple times a day a lot.