Last-minute broccoli soup – It was fun but now it’s done

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Okay so never mind it was fun. But now it’s done.

“When you told me that you loved me, I gave my heart to you, and I wondered if there could be any truth in love so new – I was lost in a fool’s paradise, good and lost in a fool’s paradise.”
-Buddy Holly – “Fool’s Paradise

Deal with the hunger and the blah and the sense of foolishness with piles of fresh broccoli!

Throw a bunch of broccoli florets in a roasting pan with some chopped red onions and a bit of olive oil. Roast for about 20 minutes at 170C. Meanwhile boil about two cups of water with one vegetable bouillon cube. Throw in some chopped garlic, a half teaspoon of ground coriander, a teaspoon of curry powder and a dash of garam masala. Let that mixture simmer until the broccoli is ready. When the broccoli is soft and roasted, throw it and the onion into the simmering pan. Let it simmer for about ten minutes.

Blend the soup until smooth and add coconut milk.

It turned out amazingly. As soup goes.

Play with the measurements to get the flavor you like.

All of life is a Supremes song: Don’t let this feeling end

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Continuing in my bid for daily blog entries, I am getting a head start on tomorrow’s although anyone reading this won’t know that because it will be published tomorrow (which, upon publication – right now – is today). I made a semi-unscheduled trip to Oslo after work (it’s a three-hour, straight shot up the E6 motorway between Gothenburg and Oslo). I needed to come to Oslo anyway on Thursday, but in a wee twist of fate, my best friend in Oslo contacted me and invited me to come over tonight. So here I am writing from the guest room before falling asleep, enjoying the cold draft that creeps in. This friend and I had not seen each other in what felt like an eternity and so many things had happened between the last time and now. We started reminiscing about all the things that have happened in our lives since we first met, and we might as well be talking about other people.

Most evenings at home alone I spend time listening to music, sometimes getting into a Buddy Holly and The Supremes groove. And I play with a hula hoop, setting it to this soundtrack. Listening to the Supremes in particular, I think all of life can be a Supremes song. Years ago, when the aforementioned dear friend in Oslo met her now-husband, I assigned The Supremes’ “I Hear a Symphony” to their budding relationship. “I’m lost in a world, made for you and me” (and not your kids from a previous relationship).

Nothing but heartaches” “The more my love has grown/the less love he has shown…”

The same old story – resisting, maybe even feeling nothing – resistance or no – but then suddenly relenting, only to have the feeling unreciprocated suddenly, retreating.

Love is Here and Now You’re Gone” “You persuaded me to love you, and I did, but instead of tenderness I found heartache instead. Into your arms I fell so unaware of the loneliness that was waiting there”

Same story – it is so much easier to be alone and content with oneself than to be persuaded to let down one’s guard, finally, only be to lonelier than ever in the confines of heartache.

In and Out of Love” “I keep reaching out for tenderness, touching the hand that holds emptiness. Well I’m looking for a love that lingers on, long after that first kiss is gone; that kind of love that keeps burning bright, long after we’ve said goodnight”

We keep searching – but it never really comes.

Remove This Doubt” “Each time we meet, you make me feel so incomplete, there’s no joy in the air, I just don’t think you care…”

I first connected with this song one autumn after spending a summer with someone whose sole purpose seemed to be finding new ways to criticize and undermine me.

And then of course the songs that remind me of TV shows – “Reflections” (theme song of China Beach)

Someday We’ll Be Together”, which figured prominently in an episode of Quantum Leap.

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Much later – almost let this whole day pass without posting. I had a strange day and made something of a personal mistake – or misjudgment. It led to an openness I have not felt before (had not felt comfortable with before). I have rather inexplicably been feeling things I have not felt in this unfiltered way since I was about 13 years old. I could say or write a lot of words about it but none make any sense. I can only feel.

 

Spring soundtrack ready to go: Muck of Spring 2012

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