Hello white lentils & a little complaining

For months I have been thinking about and searching for the perfect winter soup. I think I just found it, here.

We have a three day weekend, just a day away. I can't wait, really really can't wait. Work has been kicking my booty lately. Every nite this week I daydreamed (evening dreamed?!) of being in a band traveling the world, or writing a book of poetry in my cute office or going to cooking school. Anything but this. Maybe the three day weekend will help. I really hope it does.

When I have a bad day, days like I have had this week, my mind tends to wander to the fall of 2005. I was working part time at a book store and many of my early afternoons were free. One afternoon in particular always stands out. I had walked to a deli near my house and bought a lovely little lunch. Walked back home and sat out on the deck eating my sandwich, reading one of the many books on living in France that I was obsessed with at the time. Just sat out there for hours, in the shade, taking little reading breaks to stare at the sun on the lawn, the trees, the tall fence between me and the neighbors. It was such perfection. It's funny, how the mind wanders to such loveliness during times of pure dread and stress. Today I ate a banana and a half hour later couldn't remember if I had eaten it, I was so busy. I found the peel in the garbage next to my desk. Guess I ate it.