I was stirring the oatmeal this morning and christened the 50+ year old stainless steel Paul Revere pot, “The Red River Pot.” I chose this name because my Dad cooked Red River cereal for himself each morning in it. I suppose I could have co-termed it the “Campbell’s Soup Pot” in fairness to Mum and the many hundreds of tins of Campbell’s she heated in this sturdy vessel.
If I take 365 days a year and multiply them by 20 years I have eaten 7300 bowls of Campbell’s soups. I have not yet mentioned I was allergic to the great quantities of sodium laced into these soups. These caused me to experience, “soup rage.” I became unhinged after each serving but we all thought these out-rages were just part of me being Nicole and OD’ing on drama classes at school. It was when I terminated conventional and manufactured foods from my diet that the reason for my reactions became quite clear = allergic! to chemicals, additives, and preservatives.
When I cook oatmeal I take my time licking the wooden spoon after filling our bowls with the sticky, nutty, batter-like organic cereal. Blueberries, bananas, maple syrup, and cream: perfect!
Listening to CHQM-FM and a country singer, a neighbor of Johnny Cash, is singing a song of tribute to him. The singer says he loves crows; and Johnny Cash dressed like one! This made me laugh.
When I’m up late in here filling in this book I feel like I’ve kindled my special powers. I consider this time, “The Witching Hour:” my witching hour. It’s dark and raining. I’ve turned on the heat. A black figure reels down an inky Seawalk with a silver path from overhead lighting the walk under his feet. An orange umbrella appears like a gigantic flower moving in the black air.
Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets