NO CELERY!
One of the realities of living flush with a vibrant tiny forest is from time to time Tulip receives an email cautioning her about bears spotted roaming around her neighbourhood.
Such a caution is appreciated although it sets her structured sequential mind into a tailspin. Everything on her ‘to do’ list that day required outdoor movement, and much of that movement would not be pleasant if a big, brown, beautifully furred four legged wild animal decided to participate!
So, what to do?
Well as what would happen if driving along a slippery highway requires her to slow down, assess the situation and perhaps follow a detour, rather than put her life at risk of being struck, stuck and lame, she changed gears and put her cozy slippers back on her feet to execute Plan B.
Yes, Plan B. Tulip always has a Plan B. It is kind of like a way to ensure something more is worth doing since life is like a mosaic of endless possibilities. No slouching here.
So on that day, she re-entered her kitchen, opened the fridge door and the freezer door, and pulled out everything necessary to prepare a nice big, steaming hot pot of homemade chicken vegetable soup. It seemed like the perfect project for a cool, grey, rainy day.
With all the provisions set out in front of her, she noticed she did not have any celery. She started pacing and pacing. She wondered how a soup could possibly be fabulous without celery, and how could she get her hands on some right away.
Well the first answer was to just text the neighbour. He is a very friendly, accommodating type, and if he had any celery, he would gladly hand over a stalk.
There is something about Tulip that makes it very hard to ask anyone for help. It is crazy and dumbfounding but, instead of just asking, she chooses to go ahead with making the soup with what she had, and hopes it reaches her quality expectations.
She places her red dutch oven on the big stove burner, adds the accumulation of saved vegetable and chicken stocks. It fills the pan to about 3/4 full. Perfect. Once the liquid is about to boil, she adds the items that need to cook the most: carrots and asini di pepe. While that is happening, she cuts up the previously frozen cooked chicken, cauliflower, kale, asparagus, and corn; followed by the fresh chives, parsley, cilantro and garlic. She adds a bit of Maggi and some drops of Frank’s Red Hot sauce, salt, pepper and hot paprika. The house smells fabulous, and she again thinks about the missing celery.
“Just let it go; you don’t have to have celery. You don’t have celery! Try something new — challenge the disappointment and prove there is another way.”
She remembers any number of people in her life have said that statement to her over decades. In the earlier days she would rant, swear, curse, shun wild animal warnings and go out and get the damn celery. Since then, each time this frustration happens she takes a breath, in through the nose and slowly out through the mouth, a few times, to calm the disappointment and to feel okay about trying something new.
“Who needs celery?”, she asked, to which I replied: “You did, and simply asking ‘the friendly, always willing to accommodate neighbour’ a question, might well have worked; or not, putting Plan A (with celery) and Plan B (without celery) on equal footing, luckily with, in this case, equal results.”
“Yes, I’ve dodged another bullet you mean.”
Making soup without celery was a definite huge step forward, in some ways. And, after smelling the aroma of all those wonderful flavours, she knew the soup would be fabulous. It was, but next time if she needs some ‘sugar’, she will reach out and be mentally ready for either reply — at least that is the plan!
Bon appétit!
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