We’re doing it different this year. No turkey, no mashed potatoes, no cranberries, no green beans, no pumpkin-anything…nope, nada, zilch, zip. We’re not cooking any of it, that is. Yep, none of the above will come out of my kitchen. Not that I don’t love all the aforementioned, nor that I have changed my favorite holiday to say…groundhog day. The simple reason is that instead of cooking all day and having a family meal, we are going to a…
Okay, I promise. I pinky swear, even. This is my last soup recipe for awhile. Seriously. But, this one – the Squash, Lentil, and Coconut Curry Soup with Homemade Naan recipe – was way too good to pass up. The coconut and curry flavors along with the warm, satisfying homemade naan could simply not be put off for later.
I got the craving for it at school. Real bad.
It all started at 8 a.m. – sharp – when the announcements came on over the loudspeaker. As always, the daily lunch menu was shared, among other school-worthy news, but this one left me with a drizzling mouth. So Pavlov. What was it, you ask? Well, simply said, tomato soup and grilled cheese. The urge to tear off a corner of a grilled cheese and dunk it into a zesty red broth overwhelmed my senses. Mmm. So good. I’m-a-kid-again-good. Yeah, it hit you, didn’t it? You want some, RIGHT NOW!
So, today, 30 years ago, I said hello to this great big world for the first time. Today, 29 years ago, I celebrated turning just 365 days of LIFE. And today (in case you haven’t solved the complicated riddle), yes, is the big ol’ three zero. According to the candles used on my cake, which read “OH NO THE BIG 3-0!” (see below), I guess I should be shocked. Scared, even. Depressed? Overwhelmed? I mean, it’s a big number for someone who has never been 30 before.
“Dinneeeer!” Mom would call up the stairs to me and my brothers. I would have just heard the garage door close from Dad’s car rolling in and like the annoyingly astute kid, I was in the middle of my homework. So, I would trek downstairs, sit down, say grace with the family and start eating what had been lovingly prepared hours earlier. Sounds perfectly normal, right? Sure, family having dinner. Yippie skippie everybody. Well, see what wasn’t really “normal” was that it was usually around 8:30 – sometimes even 8:45 – instead of the 5:30-7 dinner hour.