The Furious Spinner

It is pouring down pissing down raining. I want to go to Arizona now. I can't hike here. I can barely walk outside. (It ain't healthy to be waking outside in 36 degrees when it it pouring down pissing down rain.) I have the temperature for Tucson on my dashboard. It's sunny there. Warm. Ahhhhhh.

But I digress. I'm cooking soup. Aduki squash soup. I've written about this soup before. For a couple of months it was the only thing Linda would eat. Now I'm making some for us. I made extra in case she wanted any.

Here's my recipe, inspired by the I Hate to Cook Book. (It has recipes like Bastard Chicken and Skid Row Stroganoff. So this will be The Meaning of Life & Rain Aduki Soup. I hear it in my head as though a Beat poet was talking:

The world is watery today so indulge your existential funk. Those tiny blood red aduki beans are just the thing. Wash a 1/2 a cup of them. You don't need more. You eat alone because no one understands you. Rain down about four cups of water—the drink of life—on those magical beans. Will they sprout like Jack's beans? Or dance like jumping beans as the water begins to heat. Drop in some seaweed, just to remind you we all come from the ocean. Your body is mostly water, baby; you might as well face it. While the beans and water dance and cook and do their thing, feel free to comtemplate the woes of the world and your part in it. Or turn up the tunes, and dance, baby, dance. Then find yourself a butternut squash. Don't you love the shape? All curves. Peel the squash, carefully yet thoroughly, the way you'd peel the clothes from your lover. Yet get rid of that hard exterior so you've exposed the rich colorful inside. Chop up into small pieces, about two cups, and toss it into the water when the beans have done their thing. Cook another 30 minutes.

As you watch it cook perhaps you consider sharing this soup with another. Remember Stone Soup. Maybe the other wouldn't bring carrots or potatoes, but love, baby, love. Makes the world spin round. In the end, toss in some salt if you need it. Maybe some raw onions. Otherwise, drink this dark heady brew of a soup and know that you are one with the planet, baby. Even if you're two.

What can I say? I'm feeling silly today. And hungry. Time to go eat the soup...baby.

BOOM!

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**sound of fingers snapping repeatedly**

By  Mario, at 4:40 PM  

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