Yowzers. The moving boxes have just arrived at our flat. They’re a month early, but this will leave plenty of time to select, cull, and browse our belongings. Now comes the game: what’s worth keeping? Geez time flies. I can hardly believe it’s the middle of April, tipping toward the start of May.
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The best comfort soup going
Okay here is a quickie for any hungry stomachs. Now normally I don’t blog about food – leaving the culinary exploration of deliciousness to sites like Pink Kitchen, etc. But this soup has carried me across the past nine months. It is the comfort soup of champions, and coupled with a comfort grilled cheese, or comfort chips, or a comfort sandwich, it has never failed to make me feel more human.
Therefore, whether you’re going through treatment, have a cold, or are just plain peckish – consider this very easy recipe. It’s the soup that keeps on giving. And I’m eating it right now.
Slurp!
Please treat this recipe as an Aesop fable. Read to the very end, get the moral of the story, and then make this soup however you remember. I find that’s a far easier way to cook.
Righto. You’ll need some/all/or a variation on the following list of ingredients:
One big carrot (or a couple small – peeled, or scrubbed well, and sliced into flat pieces. They don’t have to be tiny, or even small, but you’ll need one flat surface on the carrot)
One onion (peeled, whole)
Few stalks of celery (chopped into bite sized pieces)
One potato (peeled, whole)
Half a red pepper, cleaned (not sliced)
A clove of garlic (peeled, whole)
Handful of fresh parsley (if you don’t have fresh parsley, try one of your favorite dry, leafy spices. This is an easygoing recipe, choose the flavour you prefer to cook)
A few pepper kernals.
Eros Pista (optional secret ingredient alert! Also known as ‘Strong Steve’ in English. If you live in Ottawa, this amazing pepper paste can be found at the Budapest Deli in the Market. If you live in the UK – hop a plane to Hungary and visit a local Spar. If you live in the US, I don’t know where this stuff can be found, but it’s worth a Google search.)
Hock of Ham (Ham on the bone) OR chicken thighs. The key here is to have something with meat and bone combined. Zsolt and I really prefer the Ham, but it’s a matter of taste.
Paprkia, pepper, turmeric, & salt
Right – now this is what you do. First get the carrots ready and find your soup pot. In the pot add a gulp of oil (like 1.5 tablespoon) and place the carrots flat side down. Heat those up so the oil turns yellow and the carrots brown. As this happens, prep the remaining ingredients. Once the carrots look nice and toasty (a little caramelized), add all the veggies, parsley and meat of choice into the pot. Fill with water. Add salt, a scoop or two of paprika, a dash of pepper and a bit of turmeric . . . not sure if you actually need to turmeric, but ever since cancer I just stick it into every recipe (turmeric cupcakes?).
Bring to a boil, then simmer for at least two hours. Rule of thumb: the longer it cooks, the better it tastes. AND once it’s been served and there’s only half in the pot – add MORE water, a bit more of the spice, and stick in the fridge over night. Tomorrow you’ll have another pot of delicious soup waiting for you. But be sure to leave the majority of veggies and bone in the pot- otherwise you remove the source of flavour.
If you like, boil some fine noodles on the side and serve with the soup (soup poured over noodles).
Now looking over this document it appears as though this wonderful miracle soup will take forever to make. But don’t be fooled by word count. As a writer, I get very long-winded on things that please me, in reality it takes about 15 minutes effort to get this soup on the boil. Afterwords it’s just a case of waiting.
I used to make this every week before chemo, and it was the first thing I had when coming home from my taxol treatment (weekly treatments, so my stomach could handle food). Now that chemo is long gone, I still eat this soup. It’s a great comfort.
And if you don’t believe me, believe my husband. Zsolt’s verdict: “It’s pretty good soup.”
Slowly saying goodbye
Ah the pain! I just wrote a page long posting in Word, only to absent-mindedly close the entire program (not saved) and lose my work. Blarg! Who says “blarg” anyhow? I think it’s a female. Maybe Felicia Day from the Guild? I don’t know.
Anyhow, this post was all about writing letters. Basically moving home (moving countries) means a lot of ties must be severed. In the past two weeks I’ve written some very final notices. Work involved a gushing letter – professional yet personal – of resignation that took a few drafts to achieve. Ever since a bad experience leaving a big employer (“pass me your vest and get out”), where I gave a thank you card and felt like an ass for the effort – I have hesitated in expressing too much gratitude.
But then, when people provide incredible support shouldn’t gratitude be shown? Yes, it should.
Therefore I started off my resignation letter like this:
“Many thanks for the opportunity. Should you have any queries, please do not hesitate to contact me. Kind regards, Catherine Brunelle”
And finished it like this
“You’re all so awesome, this place is awesome, our job is awesome. Everything’s awesome! And I’m going to miss every last bit of it. Hugs, Catherine”
Well, that may be an exaggeration – but you get the gist.
And then yesterday I wrote a letter to our landlady [if you want a good example of how to be a landlord, she’s it. Responsive yet distant. A very good combination in the world of accommodation.] and let her know we’re moving. Final month in Southampton: May. Beautiful sunny May when the roses bloom and smell like perfume. May, the month I felt my bump. May, the month my life changed. It’ll be post-cancer one year when we finally leave the UK.
. . . maybe we’ll come back, because apparently anything can happen . . . but for now, Canada and Hungary are waiting with open arms (of our parents).
So that’s the start of the letters. Next will come the papers for shipping, the agreements for money transfers, the ending of contracts and all thae inevitable red tape of life. Over the past four years we’ve settled in. Now it’s time to squirm out.
There you go – post about moving, take two. The ball is rolling and it’s only a matter of time.


