I'm up early this morning making a big batch of nutty granola. It's way below freezing in Colorado Springs today and the temperatures are doing nothing but dropping through tomorrow. A warm oven blowing the spicy aromas of cinnamon and cloves through the house, snow flying, coffee brewing; there's something sort of homey and comforting about it. I do not have to go out in it, so I probably feel a bit differently than those who are out starting their cars.
My plan for the day--after the granola, that is-- is to stay inside so I can make two big pots of beef vegetable soup. One for today that I'll share with a couple of neighbors and one for the freezer for over the holidays. One pot may get a little barley thrown in or a couple of cans of chopped chiles for fun. I have zucchini, Parmesan, and tiny pasta; the other could move toward minestrone. We'll see in what direction these cauldrons of goodness feel like moving. One could even be stew. So many soups, so little time.
Out the back door this morning, north toward Denver:
If I'm honest, I also know I need to do a little housework. I'm having neighbors in for a holiday meal Friday night --one leaves early for a long December trip -- and it would make sense to do a thing or two ahead of time. Right? While that's so, more likely I'll do a last minute Windex-clean in the bathroom, blow dust off the coffee table, and light plenty of candles so no one can see much except one another. My house isn't decorated either.We were gone all weekend and I've been running the roads the past couple of days with errands, early shopping, and grocery stock-up.The tree is up with lights; is that enough?
Miss Gab and Tucker keeping warm.
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