Pork Barley Soup and Just Words
Bear with me today I feel in a ‘wordy’ mood!
Winter has settled in here where I live. No snow, but cold air, cold wet air… no matter if it is a sprinkle, or a drizzle, could be muzzling, misting, in the form of fog or even hail, light showers or a deluge or some call a downpour… raining/torrents of cats and dogs it is still cold precipitation (of one kind or another.) All always accompanied with grey skies. But that can be a plus… when the sun shines it is a moment of perceived heaven. You always take the time to enjoy the flash of rays that cast light… the rare winter sunbeams. The casting light, reflect… bring thoughts of summer past or summer comings… one thing you know in the great Northwest sun basically makes itself known it seems only in the summer months with little minute sneak peeks during the rest of the year… but what a surprise… an attention getter… it is when beams of the sun rays are blessing you with a fleeting moment of the sun’s light.
We lost our electric the day before yesterday; an abrupt change in the weather front with high winds… I was trying to gather Ninnie and some things to settle in for the afternoon and the wind chimes made me take sudden notice that they were being carried on the wind now hanging horizontally… making mutable sounds as they tried to chime with the same notes but it was as impossibility while wafting on the wind like a sailboat on water.
About the time I get Ninnie to the back door hail was added to the mix… it was drumming on and bouncing off the roof and deck so hard it muffled the wind chimes scaring Ninnie to the outer reaches of the yard. There was no way I was going out into the weather to try to… One… try to catch a terrified… anxious cat, I won’t even go there. Two… knowing Ninnie like I do (she feels she will melt if one drop of moisture touches her) with wet fur… it always brings out the best in her… not!… Three… one arm people do not have any business trying to save a scared to death cat… nothing good can come of it!
There was more than one danger in even attempting to do so. So I stayed in the door frame so she could see me (I wonder does she realize that I do not like being wet and cold either!) until things settled down enough that she would know when she could make an abrupt dash for the door, which is what eventually happened.
For the rest of the day she was not of very good sorts (take another look at that face… I’ll wait!) I think she thought I brought it all on and I was the only one to blame. She will soon get over another of what she thinks is a personal attack on her life! Things did settle down quicker than it took the hail to melt.
The hail was the closest thing to snow we have had this winter (unless a heavy frost counts) here in our neck of the words, I love snow and if it is going to be cold and wet I say let the precipitation be snow, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
We again have high wind forecast for this afternoon and evening. Everything has been made ready. Ninnie is not allowed out for the rest of the day, and she is none too happy with me (again.) She will have to live with it, when the winds start she gets all paranoid and it is hard for her to keep things indexed in her little brain. Sounds being carried on the wind are hard for all animals’, one of the reasons they bed down. As soon as Ninnie realizes what is going on she will do what she normally does… sleep through it. She always sleeps through all the difficult situations in her life.
So many stories, but have used up my words for today….
T made pork barley soup today. It is very simple but so delicious! I enjoyed it immensely! The hot broth felt so good going down… his recipe as put to me… brown some pork in olive oil add a chopped onion and a sliced up clove of garlic, throw in a couple of diced potatoes, sliced carrots, add a small handful of barley and couple jars of water. Season with some salt and pepper and simmer for an hour or two. Add some parsley at the end. He said he just throws it in the pot and if you try too hard it won’t be as good….