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The Basil Soup Rant
It's raining again again again after all the extra inches--whole extra inches!--of rain this summer. People were getting SAD in the middle of the summer. And now it's getting to be fall, it's 40 at night and too soon to get into the wood, but the rain is cold. Cold. And the sky is so gray the outside lights have come on. I'm hungry but I have a bit of a cold so don't want to bother. Besides I can never remember if it's feed a fever, starve a cold anyway. Who wants to eat when you're all fevery? You just want drinks. Not that I'm fevery. That would be warm. Not that I can afford to be that sick anyway. Friends and family have worse colds and I need to go bring around soup. Except I'd have to make it first. Which involves washing dishes. Since my dishwasher is broken. And before that going out in the cold rain into the garden to pick some fresh vegetables. Which didn't work out that well this year. Can you make basil soup? If you did and it was lovely, the friends and family wouldn't eat it. Then you'd have a lovely full pot of hot fresh basil soup, smelling that lovely aroma and knowing it was all, all, with the exception of however many small bowls you can or should force down in your unfed cold or fed fever, going to go bad.