Soup, Dream, Reality, Life

I got the idea for a soup recipe a few days ago and had to try it out last night. One of my goals is to create my very own soup recipe, and although it wasn't perfect (I think I got the amounts wrong on the broth), it was pretty tasty.

I love orange, and chowder, so I decided to make a carrot chowder - I blended homemade chicken broth and chopped up carrots in the blender until smooth (it looks a little like runny, mashed sweet potatoes. Not too appetizing, I know). Then, I put some dill, onion salt, and pepper into it and let it simmer while I sauteed some zucchini and squash. I added in some mushrooms to the sautee and then poured it all into the soup. Then I added some cooked butter beans and some half-and-half and waited for it all to heat up.

Then I ate a bowl of it with some buttered slices of homemade beer bread.

I finally feel like I made a meal worthy of Brian Jacques' Redwall (and if you've never read his descriptions of feasts, you should. Mouth-watering).

We dropped our friends Dave & Ruth off at 1 am this morning to fly their way to the D.R. for the church mission trip, so of course Stu and I were hungry after that (we are halflings, it seems), so we stopped and got cheeseburgers and fries and watched the new episode of Leverage!!! (So glad I'm caught up!) Then we went to sleep around 3 this morning (thankfully I'd taken a nap from 9-12 so I'm actually not tired).

My dream was less than fantastical, but here it is in all of its anxious glory:

My family was back and we were living in a large, LARGE house (sprawling rancher). We were going to be playing at a church so we took the harp there and then I said I was tired and went home to take a nap. When I woke up, I found out I was an hour and a half late and the service was over and I'd disgraced my family and the harp had just had to sit there. :(

Fast forward to years later - I was a detective and chasing three siblings for some kind of fraud. I caught one at their home, one at an auction, and one at a dock and rounded them all up to go to prison together. They had been partners in crime basically their whole lives and it was a big accomplishment for me to have caught them all.

Then the alarm went off and that's where the weird stuff started. It's weird when reality feels more like a dream than a dream you just woke up from. Still a little disoriented and feeling like I've been Incepted. :P

Anyway.

Life continues as I struggle to discover what God wants me to do and...I'm still sort of working on monologues but I do this to myself all the time. I have things I would love to do but I psych myself out of doing them because I don't want to try and fail, which is exactly what to do if you never want to accomplish anything.

So...for now, I'm at work, trying to figure out if I should put acting on hold until I can get some training, or if I should just memorize my monologues, or if I should go back to writing, or try some of the other dozens of things I'm interested in.

SIGH.

I aggravate myself.