As Mike said to Bella in Twilight:
"Hey Arizona, how you likin' the rain, girl?"
The almost constant wet weather is now firmly rooted in the middle of its second week.
I could quote another Twilight gem here, I suppose, as a prelude to this post:
"...Under a near constant cover of clouds and rain..."
We have a high-energy Irish terrier/Irish wolfhound cross, whose wiry fur seems to absorb atmospheric water vapour like a sponge, who doesn't quite know what to do with herself.
There's been a lot of inside pillow lying with wistful stares towards the garden through the misted up windows interspersed with bouts of wild passage "fetch" sessions to release some of the pent-up energy.
|Meego: "Le sigh."|
Since I have never really been one to quarantine food stuffs to particular times of day (dessert makes a perfectly good breakfast on occasion), soup for breakfast really isn't half bad (at least its healthier than dessert for breakfast).
Enter the magic helping blades of the food processor.
Just bung whatever fresh vegetables and herbs you have in your fridge into the bowl; blitz to the desired consistency; throw in a soup pot; cover with boiled water; add seasoning and 30 - 40 mins later; you have a tasty wet weather cure for whatever grey-sky blahs ail you.
|Carrot, green bean, red pepper, Swiss chard, basil, lemon thyme, bay leaf soup|
(with a fried egg for Simmy)
|Sweet potato, carrot, green bean soup|
(with hidden shavings of pecorino cheese melting at the bottom of the bowl)