The Unwatched Pot

Yesterday, late morning, I made a pot of soup.

Ham and potato soup.

I'd been plotting it all week.

And it was beautiful.

Ham. Potatoes. A little sweet corn. Pimentos. (I'm putting pimentos in everything these days. It's my burst of color in an otherwise white world. I just thought you should know that.) Onion and celery that were sauteed in butter lowly and slowly until their flavor was deep and delicious. Fresh garlic. Bay leaf. Broth. Seasoning.

Cream.

(Cream gets its own line.)

(Cream is especially special.)

I smiled to myself as I chopped and stirred and concocted my little pot of love.

The kids and I each had a bowl for lunch, and I was quite pleased with my soup. I looked forward to enjoying it again... Possibly for supper, surely for lunch tomorrow, and then a nice little treat to warm me up in the coming wintry days.

I set the pot outside on the front step to cool it down.

A little while later, I let the dogs out to go potty.

Yesterday, early afternoon, my soup was gone.

The only evidence that it ever existed at all was an open pot with a bay leaf stuck to the bottom, sitting on my front step.

And two happy, satiated dogs.

The end.

Comments

[Flying Jae's Mom]

The description of your soup made my mouth water. But I wondered why there was a picture of a dog instead of your delightful dish at the beginning of your post. Now I understand...and now I'm sad for you!

[Ninety-Nine Lives]

That's terrible! Lucky dogs!

I can't decide if it's a good thing or a bad thing that you got to have one bowlful-- at least you got to enjoy some, but it's almost worse that you know what you lost!

[Cate]

Good to know that someone in your household TRULY appreciates your cooking!

[cheryl]

ah, too bad! but your dog looks very happy...

you are a great story teller...love your blog!