December 14th, 2005

butternut what?

so ... a few years ago, i was at a reception and they had the most marvelous soup. i asked the waiter "can i have the recipie for this?" he stammered a minute and said "no. there is no recipie. we had two soups tonight, a butternut squash soup, and a potato leek soup, and, there was an accident unloading and both soup pots fell over, spilling most of the soup onto the ground. my boss decided to just pour what was left into one pot."

i remembered this story yesterday when i saw ye local fruit vendor had a butternut squash on his cart for $1.00. i bought it, split it in half, baked it for 40 minutes, scooped it out, mixed it with a few cups of stock that i made by boiling carrots, onions and celery, added five sauteed leeks, then tossed in a celery stalk, a carrot, a cooked potato, some salt and pepper, mixed it ye olde 1956 osterizer variable speed blender, (two mixtures, one finely pureed and one chunky) then topped it with some fresh leek, and sat down to watch the lance henrickson snooze fest "lost voyage".

at least the soup was good.

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momcat has three sofas. she used to move around between them.

we were doing really well.

we're not doing so well now. there was an "incident" that involved a really good samaritan, and an attempt to go to the vet. there was blood. there was a lot of blood. (none of it momcat's by the way) and there was a doctors visit involved. and there was momcat climbing a window sash, screaming down like she was on fire. now momcat is firmly enconsed under one of the sofas -- i fear that all the progress i'd made is lost, the days of creeping up closer and closer, her letting me get within five feet of her.... the vet might have been a bad idea, but now the wheels are in motion. we're going to try once more, trapping her in a feral cage from morris animal rescue. if that doesn't work, i'm not sure where to go. one of the vets i talked to suggested a "rabies pole" -- which is a five foot pole with a noose at the end -- as the next-to-last resort, which would come with a vet tech and a hefty bill, and, of course, she'd never ever ever trust me.