Soup Keel Magic

It’s not the first time that the major challenge of my day is finding the keel and keeping it even.

This challenge is on top of trying to keep the chewing of my biscotti quiet enough so the four-year-old in the next room doesn’t come roaring in demanding to know what I’m eating. She’s sweet, though, when she inquires, and awfully cute. Still, between becoming such a subject of interest to a child and the wild waves that are pushing my dear keel all over the place, life has had an erratic nature of late.

In the past, my advice to myself and to others with ricocheting emotions is to make soup. So, I’m thinking about rifling through my pantry to see if I have a bag of lentils. Garlic, onions, carrots, maybe a little diced potato – that could be a heck of a soup. A keel of a soup.

You have to do the thing that smells like hope for the future. Pray I have a bag of lentils.