Under normal circumstances, I am a predictable person.
If I am making breakfast at home, it is almost always a peanut butter/ banana/ almond milk smoothie - with oatmeal and flax seed. (It's the only way I'll eat bananas).
If I get breakfast at work its either oatmeal or an English muffin with bacon, egg and cheddar. Unless it's Thursday - Thursday is breakfast pizza day.
At the diner, it's an omelet with mushrooms and cheese, home fries and toast.
If you stick two shirts in front of me - one brown and one brightly colored, I am probably going to pick the brown.
If I have a choice of between turning right or left onto a road, I am probably going to turn right.
Plates always get loaded in the left of the dishwasher and odd shape dishes get loaded in the right. Glasses go on the upper left - bowls and utensils on the upper right.
There is a certain order in which my Universe makes sense to me.
But Alas, since my Universe doesn't make sense every day, it must follow that the order I seek is not always there to be found.
It is those times - when nothing seems to be as it ought to - that I veer from the tried and true and push out of my comfort zone. I will take items that have been on the back burner of my wish list and turn them into reality.
I buy the bright pink shirt instead of the earth toned shirt.
Major purging happens (i.e. spare room, closet, pantry, cupboards).
Vacations get booked. Projects that I have been hemming and hawing over finally get done.
When my Universe is out of order - crazy kitchen projects get done. Laminated pastry. Crazy layer cakes. Three-day projects. Pickling, marlmalad-ing, yogurt-ing. Pasta making.
My Universe must have really been upside down last Saturday.
I got a library card. Joined a co-op. Booked a vacation (Squeeee!). Had a shamrock shake - living on the edge with that one...
Cooked from a cookbook that I had been wanting to cook out of for several months.
Finishing the remainder of my cooking challenges for the month of March.
Finally replaced the towel that has been covering my bathroom window since I bought this house six and a half years with a real curtain (I don't know why I was so afraid to commit to a curtain. What's up with that?)
Crossing off items on my "I want to" list.
Creating order in the midst of chaos by eliminating the stress of "things left undone". Sometimes, I underestimate the power of "getting it done".
At the end of the day, my mind felt a little freer and I was happy to be able to sit down and enjoy the simplicity of a bowl of soup and a comfort of a slice of bread still warm from the oven.
Flavorful, but not too fancy.
There is something to be said for the simplicity of a good bowl of soup. Sliced vegetables are sauteed to the desired color. Lentils, broth and seasonings are added and the whole mixture is simmered until the lentils are tender.
The finished product can be pureed (I ran mine through the Vitamix). Or not.
You can garnish (I swirled in a spoonful of parsley labneh). Or not (Culinary Kid ate hers straight up).
It can be as complicated or uncomplicated as you want it to be.
When you put it in that perspective, soup sounds an awful lot like life - it's all about the choices.
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie. A slightly adapted version of Orange Scented Lentil Soup can be found on the Food 52 site (they traded the ginger root for fennel).