Subzero, Fahrenheit -451outside my window, but that’s really just me whining; we’ve been promised a high of 0 degrees F today, but the sun is shining hard through my south-facing windows to make my black cat’s fur hot.
Bread’s being kneaded, my spirits lifting with the yeasty dough, and the small Dutch Oven is ready to be loaded up and shoved into a hot oven. Ginger Carrot soup, heating for mid-afternoon lunch, draws wavy lines throughout the house, and I’m considering starting a pot of Beef Vegetable Borscht in my largest soup pot. That stuff freezes well and winter around here is just getting started.
All this effort beats zipping into an ankle-length down jacket, wool scarf and hat, Sorel boots and lined leather mitts; I’ll battle and vanquish the cold with whatever aromas can be whipped up from fridge and pantry.
As a final, clarifying note, a Sumo orange squats on my kitchen counter, waiting to be stripped; I’ll wear that scent too, as my favorite cold-weather perfume.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
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