Soup Revisions and Recipes

Irene Zahava put out a call for soup pieces. I wrote one:

I cut one leek and sautee it in oil as I was once a hippie. I cut carrots chunky the way my first husband did with a Zen knife, knuckles folded in.I add parsnips because my daughter is grown and a turnip because my second husband works for a farmer’s market. I add potatoes for my Yiddish speaking grandparents. And then I put in a bullion cube or two because we once made soup in a writing class I taught and it was surprisingly delicious—a French student had secretly slipped in bullion. Bring water which travels from the mountain reservoir to my tap to a boil, then cover and simmer. While it simmers, all the yellow leaves on the apricot tree fall off, there is frost on the windshield, I bring in the last basil plant, and you return to me.

But it was over word count. Cut it and like the result better.

I cut one leek and sautee it as I was once a hippie. Cut carrots the way my first husband did with a Zen knife. Add parsnips because my daughter is grown and a turnip because my second husband works for a farmer’s market. Potatoes for my Yiddish speaking grandparents. A bullion cube because we once made soup in a writing class—surprisingly delicious—a French student had secretly slipped in bullion. Bring to a boil, cover and simmer. Yellow leaves on the apricot tree fall, frost on the windshield, I bring in the last basil plant, and you return to me.

You can read about soup at
http://lostpaper.blogspot.com/

Then Angelee Deodhar added an image. It has been fun!

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

One thought on “Soup Revisions and Recipes

  1. It’s so beautiful it made me cry. I know, I know-everything makes me cry these days, but still. . . . I love the compression of a trilogy’s with of saga into a few brief images. Thanks, Miriam. I feel fed.

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