Blessings Darlings!
Oh, goody - it's "Lammas". Lammas it the neopagan holiday that demonstrates exactly how EXTREMELY cut off from earth/agricultural reality so very many American neopagans are. (I can't speak for neopagans in other countries - my expertise (I was an agriculture major) is in US agriculture.)
The winter wheat harvest ended at least a month ago. It's WAY too late to be celebrating that. Spare me the "Loafmas" references thinking that they mean loaves of wheat bread. They don't mean loaves of ANY bread - the root of Lammas isn't 'loaf' of bread, it relates more to "Lord" as in "Lord of the manor' that the serfs worked on. It's about the 1%, darlings.
Barley harvest? Nope. That's just underway. It won't end for a couple more weeks. And no farmer is stupid enough to leave the fields during the harvest to have a harvest celebration. So spare me the singing of "John Barleycorn".
Spring wheat? The harvest for that doesn't start for a few more weeks.
If you want to say that you are following a 'nature based religion', wouldn't it be nice to ... actually pay attention to nature? Especially nature in, like, your local area? Find out when your closest few county fairs are, or 4-H fairs. THEY will be timed for between the local harvests. They MAY feature newly harvested local foods = or not. But at least you'll get the timing better.
Me - I'm going to the racetrack and participating in politics for Lughnasadh. Some of you know why this is way the heck more traditional than baking a loaf of bread. Especially from store bought flour that is undoubtedly over a year old.
Frondly, Fern
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Sunday, October 3, 2010
Soup's On!
Blessings, Darlings!
The weather has turned blessedly cool and refreshing after the record heat of summer (and the record high temperatures that the DC area hit even last week!). So I can go back to ENJOYING hot bowls of soup again.
My love of soup goes WAY back, before even my earliest memory. My mother remembers the first time she fed me soup. Apparently I couldn't get enough. I'm sure it was chicken soup, served as part of Shabbos dinner, and she made it herself. She didn't say if it had noodles in it. She DID say that she stopped feeding it to me that night before I was done eating all I wanted.
My favorite soups are hearty stew-like ones, full of vegetables, meats, noodles or rice or potatoes or matzo balls, etc. But that's not to slight cream based soups, or lovely broths, or silky split pea, or.... well, you get the obsession.
Usually we have soup with lunch almost all year. This year, with the heat, we really couldn't face that (and we really don't like cold soups), so we've been soup-free for rather a while.
But it's time to get back on the soup bandwagon!
Simmering has started again in my kitchen. Barley, unhulled, is almost done cooking. It will be joined by stock from the freezer, a can or two of mixed veggies, and a can of beef. Maybe a can of mushrooms, too. Tomatoes? Why, yes, since the garden is still burying us in them! Herbs and other seasonings will be adjusted, bowls will be filled, and comfort food will fill our tummies, easing cool-weather sharpened appetites.
I'll be repeating the magic of soup making at least once a week for the next 9 months (except during the move, when I expect we'll use a lot of canned soup). I can't wait!
Frondly, Fern
The weather has turned blessedly cool and refreshing after the record heat of summer (and the record high temperatures that the DC area hit even last week!). So I can go back to ENJOYING hot bowls of soup again.
My love of soup goes WAY back, before even my earliest memory. My mother remembers the first time she fed me soup. Apparently I couldn't get enough. I'm sure it was chicken soup, served as part of Shabbos dinner, and she made it herself. She didn't say if it had noodles in it. She DID say that she stopped feeding it to me that night before I was done eating all I wanted.
My favorite soups are hearty stew-like ones, full of vegetables, meats, noodles or rice or potatoes or matzo balls, etc. But that's not to slight cream based soups, or lovely broths, or silky split pea, or.... well, you get the obsession.
Usually we have soup with lunch almost all year. This year, with the heat, we really couldn't face that (and we really don't like cold soups), so we've been soup-free for rather a while.
But it's time to get back on the soup bandwagon!
Simmering has started again in my kitchen. Barley, unhulled, is almost done cooking. It will be joined by stock from the freezer, a can or two of mixed veggies, and a can of beef. Maybe a can of mushrooms, too. Tomatoes? Why, yes, since the garden is still burying us in them! Herbs and other seasonings will be adjusted, bowls will be filled, and comfort food will fill our tummies, easing cool-weather sharpened appetites.
I'll be repeating the magic of soup making at least once a week for the next 9 months (except during the move, when I expect we'll use a lot of canned soup). I can't wait!
Frondly, Fern
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