At Long Last
Today I'm cooking for cozy Fall weather.
Middle Tennessee has been in a drought for months now. The pond levels were dangerously low and our rainwater barrels empty, E distraught enough to entertain the idea of a rain dance. In recent weeks he’s spent ages carefully watering the Fall vegetable starts to keep them from failing. But this morning the tides finally turned— the skies turned grey and the pitter-patter of droplets hitting the roof was music to our ears.
I can’t think of a better gloomy (complimentary) day dinner than chicken soup, and luckily for my tired ass I have both gelatinous chicken stock and braised chicken in the freezer. After they’re defrosted, all that’s left to do is boil some matzo balls (from a box, let me live) and pick chard, parsley and dill from the garden. For dessert, the two remaining slices of cinnamon vanilla swirl buttermilk loaf cake I baked last Friday.