There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

08 September 2013

Soup.Sunday.Football.

The morning begins with the frying of bacon, the smell fills the house as the television is turned on. I'm re-acquainted with old friends on the pre-game shows.
I set aside a pile of crispy goodness, using the fat to cook hot Italian sausage. The ole factory senses are working overtime as kickoff begins.
I cheer loudly with the first score, a good way to start the season. Between commercials I dice potatoes and onions, remove the garlic cloves from the oven and squeeze out the goodness.
Halftime and a cold drink finds it's way to one hand, the other playfully cutting fresh kale.
Saute and simmer, stir with care. A little dash of spice and fresh cut tomatoes are added to the mix. The concoction is ready as the afternoon game starts.
Taking it's time to perfect, my version of Zuppa Toscana soup is ready as the fourth quarter commences.

Victory is in air.

My favorite day of the year.


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