I vaguely remember a dream I had last night where I was writing the most gorgeous lines of poetry, and in my dream, I was trying to get myself to wake up so I could write the poem down before it was too late.
I never did wake up, and remnants of the dream only drifted back to my consciousness after I had already worked my way through morning coffee and an intense coughing spell.
The only line I can remember from the dream poem was "And your salt on my skin."
... And your salt on my skin...
Who's salt? How did it get on my skin?
Was this poem about love? Longing? Anger? A goodbye?
I am desperate to know more, but it's a miracle really that I even remember that much, as I typically lose all trace of dreams within 3 minutes of waking up.
And I've been sick for almost a week now. A summer cold turned cough turned into an almost lost voice. I'm too tired to do anything and too restless to just sit around.
I've not actually read the book, but the internet has taught me all I need to know. I'm not turning into Martha Stewart so calm your tits, but what I love about this method is it's simplicity. Hold an item and ask yourself, does this bring me joy? I'm alllllll about simplicity AND joy, so this method is pretty wonderful for me.
In one afternoon, I took out 1 garbage bag of trash, 3 bags of recycling, and 2 bags of Goodwill-worthy items. I converted the dishwasher that I NEVER use into a spice-rack slash tea-towel holder. I no longer have to worry about tupperware falling on my head every time I open the cabinet door. And my coffee mugs look soooooo pretty lined up neatly, instead of being stacked on top of each other in a tower of chaos.
Just completing this one room and I already feel less... tied down. Less bogged down by stuff. Next rainy day and I intend to tackle the bedroom closet.
Oh, and I made some vegan pho that will make you want to slap your mom.
Cause I have a cold from hell and illnesses lead to inflammation in the body (or maybe it's the other way around ??) and an inflamed body takes longer to heal. And guess what? Animal products create inflammation to our internals.
This pho is super aromatic and full of umami. You can add meat to this if you desire, but I happen to think it's perfect just the way it is.
I put this together after scouring the internets and not finding a recipe that spoke to me. I hope you enjoy it.
1 onion, skins on and quartered
2 shallots, skins on and halved
a shit ton of garlic (I used 8 cloves), skins removed and halved
1 inch piece of ginger, unpeeled and cut into thirds
2 pods of star anise
2 3-inch cinnamon sticks
4 whole cloves
8 cups vegetable stock
1 pint of mushrooms (any kind), thinly sliced
thin rice noodles
6 radishes, thinly sliced*
6 scallions thinly sliced (white + green parts please)
Miso or soy sauce
Fresh cilantro (or thai basil or mint)
In a dry iron skillet (or in the pot you plan to make your soup), toss onions and ginger. Stir occasionally until a char starts to develop, about 5 minutes. Add the garlic, anise, cinnamon, and cloves and continue to char for another minute.
Add ingredients to a large pot and add vegetable broth. Bring to a boil, reduce heat to low and cover. Simmer for 30 minutes.
Drain solids through a fine mesh sieve and return only the stock to the pan.
In a pan over medium heat, sauté mushrooms in your preferred oil (I use olive and coconut oils) for 10 minutes. Add mushrooms to broth. Taste test here and add salt if necessary.
In a separate bowl, place rice noodles and cover with hot water until softened (or just follow the package directions for this part).
Place noodles into a bowl. Ladle broth over noodles. Top with radishes, cilantro, scallions, miso or soy to taste, and lime. EAT.
* I chose radishes because both grocery stores I went to did not have bean sprouts. If your store has them, feel free to swap them out, though I think the peppery crunch of the radishes was pretty damn delightful.
Best prepared while listening to Wye Oak and Twin Limb.