Sunday soup. Once the house quieted, I weighed two and a half pounds of potatoes then washed and peeled their skins, halved them, and thinly sliced each half. My knife hit the board in quick succession, it rotated then bam bam bam forty-five degree angles to the right and left. Next, two onions were skinned and diced. A handful of parsley washed and chopped. Press and click click, the gas fired on. Inside the dutch oven, a pour of olive oil then onions and bay leaves slid in. After a quick browning, the potatoes were scraped into the pot for a few minutes. One and a half teaspoons of salt sprinkled on top. Two quarts of water floated potatoes to the surface. Half an hour later, the soup spun in the blender until it thickened and clung to the spoon. Back to the pot with parsley, cracked black pepper, salt, and a stir of butter. I ladled soup into the bowl and sat down. The house was in full swing, everyone back in the kitchen again.
I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.