It seems as if there is a direct correlation between 100-degree temperatures outside and the desire for me to make soup. I mean, I have cravings for soups in the winter when it's more "normal" to be wanting hot bowl of soup, but what neurological short-circuit causes me to want to make the kitchen even hotter than it is already? So yesterday afternoon, when it was 101, I made split pea soup.
But what's even more peculiar is that when I went to search for the recipe on my blog (yes, one day I will write it down and put it in my recipe box), I noticed that the date was almost two years ago (two years and two days to be exact) that I had the same exact urge, on a 102-degree day.
Had I not been such a sloth, I would have collected firewood and started a fire in the grill and cooked the soup over that, but instead I just put the pot o' split pea soup fixings on the stove in the kitchen. I can't wait until we get the outside kitchen finished and I can use the wood cookstove when these wacky urges come up.
In the meantime, I'm going to eat my way though the split pea soup and hope that I can contain my desire for making a creamy wild rice soup. Or at least wait until the weather is in the lower 90's.