Misty gently cupped her hands around the dragon fly in my car, who traveled with us from Ojai to Topanga.
“Look we have a friend.” She said.
“The dragonfly wanted a ride to Topanga, it’s out to experience a whole new world.” I said.
She let it go, as she gently opened her hands out the window. A Dragon Fly is symbolic of breaking through illusions and bringing visions of power. We talked about our visions on the way to Ojai. Whether or not we would both move to Hawaii, and other fun ideas.
We had traveled to Ojai to see a beautiful, outdoor dance show, and we made reservations for “The Ranch House”.
To make a reservation, you need to answer a few questions. “Are you coming for business or pleasure?” and “What are your company names?” They most certainly liked our company names.
When we arrived, it resembled the “Inn of the Seventh Ray” in Topanga. It has a little bit of that vibe, and upon stepping in, I felt “The Ranch House” was just as sweet, with more focus on local organic, ingredients. They have a rose garden, a piano, and an all around comforting setting. Every flavor in the dinner was delicious, but I’ll tell you about the soup.
I have strong feelings about soup. This is one of the loveliest restaurants I’ve been to. I have mostly felt that the attention to soups in restaurants are lacking. Though, I can appreciate simplicity, especially when using fresh ingredients from farmers I know, it’s funny to me that there isn’t as much attention to soups as there are desserts. I don’t see that as a criticism. More as an overall, universal truth. It has more to do with the demand of customers and what business are catering to. Much like in super markets, where we’re seeing a tiny portion of what the earth has available to us.
I notice that, many nice restaurants have a baker. They dedicate their time to making the breads, pastries, and treats, to look and taste remarkable. Sugary treats, excite people, and it’s an incredible art. I’m more excited about dressing up a soup. It’s the healthiest thing I can imagine eating. It doesn’t seem to excite people as much as a sugary chocolate flourless cake drizzled with fresh berry sauce, but it’s so worthy of our attention. There are billions of ways to make a soup exciting, and I’ve only made about 800 of them.
If every restaurant had a Soup Sorceress, like they had a baker, the world would be really fun and healthy.
This sugar snap pea soup, tasted fresh, and nice. And with a few little magic touches on top, a crunchy pickled, sugar snap pea, with a dash of freshly cracked pink pepper, or other little crunchy bits of veggies with fresh herbs and spices……It would have been a real experience! Much like the salad was a delightful experience, bursting with various flavors.
If there’s anyone that knows how much work it takes to even just create the base of a soup with only fresh ingredients, much less creating a whole beautiful world on top of the base, it’s me! I’m merely stating my wishes and dreams in the new world, and what I aim to bless it with.
Though I can understand, why more attention is placed on the crunchy salad with fresh dressing, or the plate of salmon with duck egg sauce and farro. I still imagine the days when soups get as much attention as desserts. The Soup Sorceress in the background, with focus, imagination, and magic, creating something that lights up our hearts.
I was asked to write an article for Heart and Soil Magazine. I had a week to complete it, and it just so happened I was packing my bag to head up to Petaluma, where I thought I would have a leisurely little NorCal trip. To my delight, I walked into a beautiful farm style kitchen to concoct a new soup to share for the article. By my last night there, I fell backwards on the couch, exhausted, determined, and happy. I finished the article by the late evening, with not a moment to spare.
I had stumbled upon sunchokes and nettles at County Line Harvest Farm, visited a cute kitchen store for a new spoon, and fell to the graces of every little ingredient by way of instinct.
Heart and Soil magazine is an excellent resource to keep up to date on information about soil and food. Check out their magazine, and you’ll see my story in their gardeners edition!
The reason I feel so vibrant and abundant has a lot to do with the produce I enjoy. When we talk about how we need to feel abundance to have abundance, that can be a challenge for some if they’re in a tough position. And I believe that fresh local veggies can help relieve that feeling.
When I look at a lettuce from a small farm, it has an effect on my body. This lettuce isn’t a $400 abundance course — though you can do that too — it’s just a $3 lettuce. That’s it. Keeping these kinds of fresh vibrant veggies around you can do wonders for your vibration. Which is why we donate produce through my CSA, Earth Matterz.
I’m speaking specifically to the lettuce that’s grown from small farms that I know. The quality is far beyond the normal grocery store organic produce.
10 years ago, I didn’t know my farmers. When I got to know them, everything changed! Once I started to eat this way, my vibrancy for life became amplified. If I go a few days without some type of greens from one of our farms, I can feel it in my cells, that something is missing.
I’ve had the most vibrance and abundance in my life through a real connection with food.
I don’t buy produce at grocery stores or Amazon — even if they’re labeled organic. There’s a better vibration out there! Though there are some smaller grocery stores that do buy from small farms, it’s still a tight community full of people who feel connected to the spirit of the earth.
Eating in season is a lifestyle.
Miracles happen everyday, small ones and big ones. When we connect to our food through the seasons, we are in connection with the natural vibration and magic of the earth. Therefore those magical moments happen more often. And it’s as simple as enjoying a vegetable from the garden or an organic small farm.
You can connect to a small farm, or CSA subscription service in your area, and watch the magic unfold in your life.
I know it did for mine.
What I’ve really seen change people’s lives is when they try a new vegetable that they haven’t tried before. At first, it seems uncomfortable, but then they acclimate to it. They find a way to enjoy it until it’s normal to them. At this point, they have more variety in their life, which is a cornerstone for how we treat life in general.
When you try a bright pink watermelon radish for the first time, or pink celery! Maybe some kohlrabi, or speckled romaine lettuce. You’ll certainly know the feeling I’m talking about.
There’s a certain satisfaction that comes with it being the end of a hard day. Especially if we accept it as part of life instead of trying hard to get the law of attraction right and figure out what is wrong with us for hours. Just knowing that we survived that day and its circumstances, and having faith in ourselves going forward is a good moment. Especially with soup and chocolate. I was feeling pretty satisfied at my tough day once I escaped to nature at night to listen to crickets.
In the middle of the day, I wanted to make the lentil stew I had planned, and finally got it started once my team left for the day to make deliveries. There never seems to be enough time to add the last few ingredients that would blow everyone away, though what I did create was really excellent. I began to simmer the lentils, to start the soup, and set the timer for 20 minutes while I chopped veggies. 10 minutes in, I noticed on my trusty routing software, that one of my drivers was stuck in the canyon for a little while and his phone wasn’t on. Concerned about what might be going on, I turned the heat off and dashed to Topanga to find him. I wasn’t sure what would become of this soup.
The soup wasn’t ruined, in fact when I arrived back, I found the soaking of the lentils for 30 minutes was done just right, and I began to put the rest of the ingredients in the pot.
Here’s some main things that made this recipe so great.
~Snake gourd. This is the best squash I’ve ever had. I’ve seen it nowhere. I asked a farmer to grow it for my company Earth Matterz, and he did.
~French Green Lentils have amazing texture. I get them from Kandarian Farm, which is the best you can get locally in LA. Also available at Earth Matterz.
~Shiso, lemon balm, and lemon thyme are an incredible mix of flavors for this stew.
~If I found my cumin, I would have added 2 teaspoons.
~If I had more time I would have added some rind of orange. I also would have picked the eggplant I had, to add on top of the stew.
This stew is amazing!
Snake Gourd and Lentil Stew
1 cup of french green lentils
4-5 cups of water
Tomatoes (a lb or less is enough)
1 red onion
A few sprigs of shiso, lemon balm, and at least half a bunch of lemon thyme.
Snake gourd (as much as you want, I used half of one that weights about 1.5 lbs.)
1 lb of potatoes
1 banana pepper
1 spicy hanako pepper
Handful of baby spinach
3 or more Passion Fruit
First, simmer the lentils for 20 minutes in 4-5 cups of water.
Stir fry the onions and a sweet pepper on a pan on low heat with olive oil. Once it browns and caramelizes, pour it into the simmering lentils.
After 10 minutes. Add freshly chopped tomatoes. Cut the passion fruit in half and spoon out the juice into the pot. Don’t use the shells of passion fruit. I know that sounds crazy, but I’ve known people to try it. That’s almost like eating fiber glass. Add the hanako pepper or another spicy pepper. Rather than to chop up the pepper, I cut the pepper in half, take the seeds out, and let it simmer in there. Then I take the pepper out when the stew is ready. Chop the fresh herbs and throw them in the pot.
Add the chopped potatoes. I chop them up really small so that they cook faster. After about 5 minutes of the potatoes cooking, I add the chopped squash. Cook until the squash is tender, turn off the heat, and stir in a handful of spinach.
These types of unique flavors and elements, are how I won the chili cook off years ago. It’s about finding unique ingredients, which you can find at Earth Matterz. 🙂
This post is a story that’s a little about the “me too” movement, a devastating tower moment, and what inspired me to make this heart warming split pea soup. Recipe below.
The Angel Warrior
I was out to dinner with an Angel Warrior, but there was a problem. I ordered split pea soup and an artichoke. The split pea soup was a pile of mush of peas, with no seasoning. Literally, it was like a thick swamp that Shrek would swim in, and even he wouldn’t enjoy eating it. In front of me was a Man, feeding my Soul, so I was happy.
“We need a Soup Sorceress in every restaurant, like we have bakers,” I said.
It was a dark time. The Angel Warrior had a glaze over his eyes, mouth dropping, as he peered at his phone then back to me to try to hear me but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t at all. A girl was threatening to spread lies about him all over the internet. Maybe in her mind it wasn’t a lie. He was being “me too’d”. I only know him as the purest and kindest heart and soul, who is loving and respectful. I am someone who survived abuse in the past, so I take it all seriously. I’ve seen and experienced a lot, and he’s far from being a harmful human.
I watched him as he felt the wonderful things he created begin to crumble before him. As positive as he could turn the situation, this was challenging on another level.
I feel like it’s important to address that sometimes there are really good Men being accused of things that aren’t true, and people are afraid. I also know how challenging of a road it’s been for me in the past to express boundaries to Men, so that things are clear, and not just expect them to read my mind and lead the way. Which can cause little situations of discomfort that can ultimately be addressed between the two in a way that will help both people grow. I am fully in support of helping other Women understand their own boundaries and feelings. I’m refining mine all the time, and I’ve come a long way. When people claim to be abused in a situation, but really weren’t, it’s incredibly harmful to the other person.
Tis the season of Retrograde in Pisces, so our ability to transcend through challenges right now is what we can enjoy focusing on.
The Funny Soup
“You must love that soup,” someone said, as I plopped a spoon into the mush and put it in my mouth to make sure I didn’t go too hungry. I was just laughing inside, I was really happy with my artichoke.
“If restaurants paid as much attention to the beautiful art of soup like our wonderfully artistic bakers, the world would be better for it.”
The waitress came by with the check and said, “do you want to take your soup home?”
“No thank you.”
She seemed surprised.
We walked out the door. “How would you do a split pea soup?” The Angel Warrior said. I closed my mouth at any possible snotty comment that could’ve accidentally spit out of me about bad soups. Just kidding, I’m not criticizer, I’m a transformer. I was excited. I began envisioning. I went to Erewhon a couple of days later and picked up the peas.
The Internet Exploded and the Tower Crashed
Several days later the threat became real, and the internet was swarmed with rumors about him. I didn’t know what had happened yet, and I went to yoga feeling really sad and heavy. It was so challenging! I looked at the front desk and picked out two bracelets. It was time for me to get a new one after the last one fell off. It keeps me in a happier feminine vibe. I suppose if I wasn’t so sad, I wouldn’t have been compelled in that moment to pick up what I needed.
The purpose of the little bracelet was to set your intention. I chose to spread love and joy to all beings. The other bracelet was rose quartz.
Unable to stick around the house after a call with the Angel Warrior, finding out the tower was falling, I went to Erewhon for lunch.
When the tower falls something more beautiful arises. Though, when the tower is falling it can be tumultuous.
I sat alone with my soup. There’s no food that makes me feel better and so balanced. Never under estimate the power of a good, warm, healthy soup. Take it in slow. Set an intention and blessing for it to fill your body with heart and soul. Really feel that in each bite. You will feel so magical in your space. When I started making soups with the best ingredients, inspirations, and intentions, it changed my life. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing healthier.
I cried a few times that day. I just felt like there was such an injustice to him, and anyone who is being accused of something that isn’t true.
Stop to Smell the Roses
Even though I knew that everything would be ok at some point. I couldn’t look at the internet. Nothing inside my body and mind wanted to. I’ve been ignoring facebook for at least 3 years, so it was easy. I got home to tell my Psychic Wizard Angel about it, as he laid in his bed half asleep.
“Hello, little cute Elf!” I said cheerfully with the intention power of my bracelet!
“What’s going on?”
I told him what happened to the Angel Warrior.
“Don’t put any attention to them”, he said with his eyes closed and a sleepy voice. “Just rise above it. Don’t go into their pig trough on the internet.”
So I took a walk, and smelled the roses.
I thought about myself a year from now, looking back; that I will remember this as a time where the inevitable unfolding process of transcending consciousness took a step forward, which I know will happen soon, as the truth comes to light. In the best way for all beings.
Blessings For All
May the truth come to light in ways that will help more and more beings heal to higher levels then we ever realized. May all beings transcend. May all beings be honest. May all beings see truth. May all beings be in their fullest expression. May all beings feel the freedom of being who they really are.
Split Pea Soup
Here’s my version of split pea soup. I plan to work on this even more, but I promise you it’s a good one.
No need to put a lot of split peas. Just some is enough, but definitely put twice as much as I did, if you feel like it. Use any in season veggies you have available. This is what I used.
22 cups of water
1 big parsnip
2 1/2 cups of split peas (one package)
Baby Tat Soi
Calendula Flowers on top
salt and pepper
~Chop the leeks and boil the water with the leeks and rosemary in it.
~Add the split peas and simmer for 3o minutes.
~Add the chopped cauliflower and parsnips.
~Simmer for 10 more minutes.
~Turn of the heat and add tat soi, or any green you like.
~Top the soup with olive oil, lemon, and calendula flowers.
Wednesday night I asked my Sister if I could FaceTime my 2 year old Niece. When I got her on the phone she was watching, “Alice and Wonderland”.
I started The Psychic School 3 months ago. It took a lot of time and research to choose a School. I was partially reliant on a couple of friends to help with my decision, including my most trusted Wizard Elf Psychic, to look over the possibilities with me. Some of my friends said, “you don’t even need school.” I didn’t agree. The structure and community makes me happy, and I welcome more tools to guide me more deeply. We work a lot on getting grounded, and I can get pretty ungrounded.
I wake up in the middle of the night with downloads sometimes. Usually between around 3-5am, maybe midnight or sometimes close to 6am.
I’ve yet to be able to explain in detail what is happening to me and how I’m feeling energy, and healing, while getting information from source. It’s an experience beyond words, somewhat in the way a lucid dream is. I call these experiences a “midnight awakening journey”. My entire body and mind feels different; a powerful vibration. It started when I was pregnant 16 years ago. I became more hyper sensitive than ever. A pregnancy can connect us ladies even more deeply to source and make us more sensitive.
I woke up Tuesday night with a vision. I have much greater stories than this one, including the dream I had the night before I lost my ring, but I enjoyed this little vision. I vividly watched me and my Wizard (who’s a psychic and incredible palm reader amongst other specialties) talking to each other in the kitchen as we do now every day, since we’ve been living together for a couple weeks. The intensity of the energy was heightened in the vision and a very clear voice said, “this is happening because you’re in psychic boot camp.” I woke up. “Oh my God, that makes so much sense now”, I thought to myself. We really are here in this house for a reason. I started Psychic School a month before he moved in, and now I’m also in psychic boot camp.
Soon after this vision, he knocked on my door. “Could you make use of these Vince pants? I just bought them and they don’t fit me.”
“These look like Man pants.” I said. He insisted that I try them on. I closed the door, and reluctantly, yet happily, put them on. A perfect fit! I came out of my room and into the kitchen.
“I feel really masculine in these, like I’m in the army. Don’t you want to return these? I like feminine clothes.” He insisted they were good pants for me and fit perfectly. I didn’t want to wear them until later I realized, they are psychic boot camp pants! I was so happy. The Universe is as funny as it is mysterious. It wasn’t so much the material itself I was grateful for as it was the timing and message from the cosmos. I just won’t be wearing these outside the house.
Boot Camp Conversations:
“You refuse to be mindful. I need you to breathe. You’re not breathing, I get ungrounded when you don’t breathe. Look, I always pick up my salt shaker perfectly on the side of the shaker without even looking, and this time I didn’t. You see? I become ungrounded in your energy when you get like this.” He says, as I stumble through the kitchen, dripping something anytime my mind wanders off into the outer-space of mumbo jumbo thought-land.
That’s a small example of our typical, daily conversation in the kitchen. For someone like him, with 5 planets in Virgo, it doesn’t make sense how I can drift, and it’s equally obnoxious when one has to deal with my little slip ups. Like when I spilled taco juice on my boot camp pants. Stained forever. I do laugh about these things.
At the table he said. “I will not accept talking to anything except your 100% authentic self. Maybe other people are ok with seeing all of the minutia of different characters you portray but not me. Save that for when someones paying you to play a character.”
When he said that, I looked at him in the eyes warping my imagination in swirls and colors and fell into a space of absolute comfort where I felt myself fully. I enjoyed the assertive permission for me to feel myself authentically all the way. It brought me back to being 11 years old, backstage at the Chamber Theater in Hollywood, when I played Alice in Wonderland in “Orphan Dreams”. I wanted to be there again. I was so happy to express myself on stage, and back stage I had a peace and solitude of just being myself. I felt safe in this world, free to express characters, and yet I was just this pure soul that knew how to be me. The stage and even behind the stage was always my happiest place.
One night my back was turned in the kitchen, after I had made us dinner. Mr. Wizard walked towards me quietly so I didn’t know he was there, and then popped up right behind me.
“You’re being a ninja!” I said. “My Son used to do that to me all the time when he was younger.”
Right then, it made me burst into tears over the beauty of this memory. “It was one of my favorite things my Son did when he was little. He went onto YouTube to learn how to be a ninja. He would sneak up on me quietly, going unnoticed and try to scare me as he came up right next to me. He got so much joy out of it.” Often I could feel him even if I couldn’t hear him, and I would turn around and catch him.
What Am I Thinking?
My Wizard will say things out loud that I’m already thinking, which often will make life much easier for me. It’s actually quite a relief.
We were in the garage looking at some salsa for the tacos, in the fridge. I lifted the lid up to ask him to take a look and smell to see if the salsa was still good. We agreed it was. So I began to walk back in the kitchen.
“Wait,” he said, while he was busy with the cat. “We came in here for lettuce and you’re walking back with salsa, come get the lettuce.” While I walked back towards the fridge, I still held the lid and the open jar of salsa. I wanted to put the lid on, but I wasn’t doing it. I was thinking I would be more comfortable if I did, but I didn’t do it. Without me saying a word, he said, “Go on, put the lid back on, make yourself more comfortable.” I often forget in life to stop waiting for people to give me permission to do things. It’s very odd programming, but I’m climbing out of it like it’s my favorite tree.
One night I was in the kitchen waiting for my Wizard to come in, and feeling apprehensive about what to start preparing and what would be ok with him. Then I realized, normally, I wait for him, so I can get permission on ingredients and flavoring because he’s so particular. That night I let go of my fear, and decided to just do the soup I wanted to do. I would for anyone else, but with him, it’s a different story. There was no need to wait! It doesn’t sound like much, but in that moment it was a big step up the tree for me. When we finished the soup he said, “That was amazing. Good job Mama.” I couldn’t believe it. He liked the soup.
And in the midst of it all, I’ve come alone, to the middle of the Forest today to get really grounded. Soaking in Mother Earth.
In Psychic School, pretty much the first thing we do in class, is to connect with our grounding cord.
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In Gratitude. I say these blessings from the both of us in Psychic Boot Camp.
“May all beings be fed. May all beings be blessed. May all children be fed and healthy.”
Drink your green juice my Wizard messages with a smile, as I finish writing, and I feel like one of the luckiest girls in the world that I get to have this daily. He makes the juice every morning.
When I drink a cup of broth, I breathe better. I take in longer, fuller breaths of air that fill my lungs and soothe my body.
My last flavor broth, the Immunity & Intuition broth, sold out so quickly at Eerwhon, and the shelf was empty.
I had taken a few trips out of town, so it had sold quicker than I could make the next batch. I really escaped out of here. Something I want more often. I went to the snow in Lake Arrowhead and then to the pouring rain in San Mateo.
Yesterday, I arrived into Erewhon to see the Earth Angel sitting down, reading. I walked over, stood next to him, and told him a secret.
“My broth is sold out. I thought about doing the same one this week, but I’m doing the ‘Happiness’ broth tomorrow. Don’t tell anybody.” He promised he wouldn’t. I didn’t even know what I was in for when I decided to do it.
Why am I so secretive? So many things don’t need to be secret at all. It’s part unexplainable strategies I purposefully concoct with the best of intentions, and part having 5 planets in Scorpio in my astrology chart.
Intentions and Happy Stories
My intention was to create a happiness broth for the sake of feeling happiness for no reason at all. No story, no reason, nothing huge happened. Happiness is a state of mind. I feel so good just looking at these intelligent ingredients.
When you’re feeling happy and you get to share happiness with another human, it can be addictively fun.
I had a best friend 17 years ago. When we were around each other, everything was so much fun. We were the most spontaneous duo, and felt totally comfortable with each other. I never found anyone like her again, that could be so spontaneous like me.
Sometimes, we are challenged with feeling happiness on our own. It’s just the truth of life.
My Grandmother lost her Husband recently, (my Step Grandfather) he has passed. She told me a story about the day she got into the comfy king size bed in their vacation cabin, plopped the blankets on her, while her Husband was on a walk, and as the dog Charlie happily jumped on the bed, she said, “oh , Charlie, life doesn’t get better than this!” She had felt so safe on this Earth in that moment; she felt so happy. She is grieving her loss.
We all appreciate those moments when we get to feel so happy and exhilarated. Moments pass, and sometimes we have to remind ourselves extra, to be in a state of happiness, when some moments aren’t as exhilarating as others. Like the day I helped my Grandma remove some things from her cabin that was recently sold. She had been feeling so sad about losing the home, that she was happy I was there to make the day ok.
It was so hot because I was running up and down the stairs, carrying heavy things, so I had to put on a halter top in the snow. I felt pretty happy about that. Feeling warm in the cold air.
When we left, I locked the door, knocked on the wood and said, “good luck every body!” Sending blessings to all who enter the home in the future.
My Grandma said, “honey, any Man that doesn’t appreciate you is crazy.”
Sometimes, we see someone, who has happiness for no reason, they are just being it, and we remember how blessed we are. Someone who is humble, and just kindly doing their thing throughout the day, is refreshing.
I messaged Pegasus (a symbiotically creative spirit), and he asked how I was doing. Without any thought, I said, “I’m a little off today, but I’m working on it.”
What that meant was, I was trying hard to find that happiness space for no reason at all, for the broth, and it was challenging me. I felt happiness while I was making the broth, especially while stirring. I would walk away, and feel challenged. So I thought, maybe I am dissolving this challenge right here, right now, because I decided to create the happiness broth. (May all beings dissolve discomforts and feel happiness for no reason.)
Pegasus responded with a photo he took of a Man that inspires him. “It really captures him doing what he loves. Something so simple, yet so rewarding to an older Man, still full of so much life and happiness.”
End quote on “happiness”. I didn’t tell Pegasus my secret broth flavor yet; this just happened.
I took a walk. The sun was just going down. A Man wanted my attention, you know, energetically, so I decided to give him a happy hello as I walked past him carrying his trash cans in. “I would’ve given you a ride, as I passed by you,” he said kindly.
Although he was nice and not threatening, I thought, “maybe a hello wasn’t a good idea.”
“That’s ok, I’m just taking a walk on purpose.” I happily said as I walked a little more quickly and remembered to bring my pepper spray next time.
I kept walking. There were two Men passing by. They seemed a little low energy. It was starting to get dark. There were people far in the distance; shadows. One of the Men, had two dogs. A few feet after I passed him, there was an unforgettable dog smell. I clenched up and kept walking. There were sirens in the background. The flashing lights of the UPS truck parked next to me, reflected on and off the stop sign in the distance. I walked around a few rain puddles. This was no hike in Topanga. It was a city walk. It’s funny how for some of us, we feel safer around coyotes and owls. Though, I carried happiness with me.
I created this broth, so that we can all get drunk on happiness for no reason at all. And there’s nothing that brings me more life energy then to focus on my breath, which is how my body responds to drinking vegetable broth.
The star ingredients in this are shiitake mushroom, lions mane, gotu, kola, roses, and basil. So if you’re looking out the window on one of these gloomy winter days, come get yourself some happiness broth. Your breath, your body, your mind, will thank you.
If you want to make this on your own, simmer some veggies and add some of the ingredients I mentioned. You can also use chamomile, turmeric, ashwagandha, or lemon balm. Those are some feel good, happy herbs too.
Some Simple Things I Feel Happy About
Tonight as I simmer down from a busy day of a big simmering pot, I’m simply happy to feel and watch my delicious honey as it pours like thick liquid gold.
I’m happy Pegasus tuned in at the right timing, while he was in the middle of multi tasking business things. I just love that.
If you’re reading this, know that, I’m happy for you, for whatever little thing or nothing you can think of to feel happy about right now. I’m holding that space with all of my heart. If you feel sad, or you’re crying, I’m holding the feeling of happiness for you.
Lastly, something I’m really happy about. One of my closest and most trusted friends/psychic on the Earth Planet, held this wild bird in his hand for 15 minutes. How many people are so connected to nature that wild birds are comfortable to land on their hand, whilst petting it? The peace I feel knowing that he exists makes me happy. This picture feels too sacred to share.
May all beings be blessed. May all beings smile every day. May all beings feel happy for no reason at all. And happy for lots of reasons too. 😉
In this post you’ll learn the benefit of the herbs I was guided to put together for my rose soup, and a story about the sacred journey of how this healing soup emerged. I hope it will inspire your own journey of gathering ingredients for a rose soup this Spring. It was a powerful experience. Below I share a link to a video where I explain a little more about that. As someone who is energetically sensitive and has struggled with how to manage it, this rose soup journey has been one of many steps forward.
Rose and Nettles soup for Mothers Day. Grounding and revitalizing feminine strength.
“Do you want to harvest roses with us?” Marysia our green witch guide said, as I was on my way out . Little did I know that when I innocently agreed, I was about to enter my next cosmic journey. I’m still writing about my last “midnight awakening journey.” I’ll share about it soon.
I was almost ready to leave the farm for the day, but I loved the idea of gathering a few roses. I didn’t even realize I was coming to the farm until the night before, when I was perplexed with a decision. I’ll backtrack into that a moment, it’s a good little part of the story and saved my life.
The decision I made was about my wheel on my Subaru. It was cracked, and I didn’t know. Multiple little events in divine timing led me to my mechanic for an oil change, who noticed it and told me. “If you’re not gonna get the wheel today you need to at least rotate the wheels so that that wheel is in the back of the car. In case it breaks, it’ll be safer in the back than in the front.” That led me to Hanks Tires to rotate them.
At Hanks, a man named Sean said, “I’m not letting you leave here with that tire on. We’re not rotating them. We’re putting the spare on. You have to get a new wheel.”
They gave me no choice.
“If I rotate those tires and then let you go, I’ll go home feeling horrible thinking, I let that girl leave like that.” He went on to express just how dangerous a cracked tire is.
“You must’ve hit a pothole.”
“Ya I must’ve”, as I stood there silently, picturing the memory in my head of bumping up the side of the curve at Erewhon Market a couple months ago, thinking,“oh I must’ve did some damage” and then I moved on. These guys saved my life.
He sent me to get a wheel at the wheel store. It was 20 minutes before closing. I was faced with the decision to keep the spare on for the next 5 days and wait for a Subaru wheel to be shipped, or get the other brand that costs a little less, is the same size, and doesn’t match the rest of the wheels on the car. While trying to make the decision, Alison from Plumcot farm called to invite me to the farm the next morning. My defining decision to drive around with a non matching wheel came down to that. I can’t drive to Malibu on a spare tire, and I don’t want to stop the flow of what’s happening here, so I got the non matching wheel. Feeling a little strange, I took off.
Had I not done that, I wouldn’t have ended up high on roses and making this magic healing soup, that’s in alignment with what I need right now. I remember around the time that I started to make decisions like that, and how that changed my life. If I had cared more about the social advantage of having matching wheels, I wouldn’t have ended up sniffing roses for an hour and healing a part of myself that has been asking to be healed. The cosmos came in at the right timing when Alison called, which helped me make my decision.
Back to the rose story.
We walked to the roses, sat down, and Marysia began to explain that before we harvest, we would connect to the roses. .
With her gentle guidance and our willingness to dive in, the roses pulled our faces into them, we were lost in the rose spirit for many minutes. The scent was so strong. Each of us connecting to a different bush, a different color. The scent pulled me in so deeply, my whole body fell into it’s vortex. I breathed deeply. I felt connected to it and I kept feeling. We all stopped at the same time and shared what was on our mind.
She gave us some leaves of a plant, so that we could give back a gift to the roses after we harvested. We spent an hour, making love to roses, laughing, and harvesting them. To harvest them, we gently pulled the petals off. Then we snipped the stem off in a slant, close to a leaf stem.
Each color bush had its own name which intensified the experience.
Heart of Innocence
Heaven on Earth
Wild Blue Yonder (this is what I used for soup)
At a certain point we realized we all felt like we were on a psychedelic, or more like we expressed why we didn’t need psychedelics because it’s so easy for us to access those states. We were in another dimension. It was a little like going to “Alice in Wonderland.” on Plumcot Farm.
Imagine if every billboard that was promoting a cannabis company was actually promoting a new small, biodynamic farm, with beautiful pictures of colorful produce and flowers. If growing more small farms, was as popular, profitable, and as well promoted as CBD, the world would totally change. I’ll explain more about that in my next post. 🙂
I decided to make a rose and nettle soup. I asked Marysia her thoughts. She runs “The Gaia School of Healing California.” (I highly recommend her course.)
She also has a little shop in Topanga, called “Wild Love Apothecary”, where you can pick up dried herbs and talk to green witch specialists.
I’m still a young Sorceress and I have much to learn about this adventure that I’ve been guided into over the years. Marysia taught me some things about the plants that I wanted to make a soup with, as I pondered which ingredients I wanted to put together.
The Benefits of Roses, Nettles, and Burdock
“What do you think about the healing combination of rose and nettles?”, I said.
“That’s great together, yes. Nettles helps us receive the deep nourishment and wild vitality of the earth mother. Roses opens are heart and unconditional and divine love.”
She also suggested I use burdock. I wasn’t surprised this came up. Burdock has a symbolic meaning for me in healing relationship with Men. When she said that, I knew it was time for me to invite burdock into the soup, especially with Mothers Day coming up, it was the right timing.
This is like the next chapter after I had done the liver cleanse, which I also called the lovers cleanse. I’ll get more into that when I bring up my soup journey event, “Soup Revitalize” as opposed to a “Soup Cleanse”.
“Burdock is a nourishing root, high in minerals, enzymes, and vitamins. It cleanses the lymph, it’s grounding and nourishing.”
I’m in constant reflection with grounding and calming my nervous system. I’ve come a long way with it and I loved the idea of using burdock to help.
Wild Love Apothecary Shop
I asked the Earth Angel to pick up burdock for me in our little town magic shop.
When he was there a fellow Topangan asked him, “what are you getting?”
“I’m getting some burdock for a friend.” said the Earth Angel
“Oh, sounds like a Kali order.”
That’s right. 🙂
I think you can agree from the photo, this rose soup really transformed into a real deal green witch soup. There’s so much I’m not in control of, I’m just watching it happen.
Here’s the soup, if you would like to try something like it.
May all beings stop to smell the roses. May all beings experience realms of time and space that nourish, revitalize, and inspire us. May all beings have access to the world’s best plant medicines.
You can also click here to see what I did in a short video, and I explain how these herbs helped me.
~First, I made an overnight infusion with mullen, geranium, sage, and burdock. To make an overnight infusion, I just poured hot water into the mason jar with the herbs in it and left it out all night. Not in the fridge. This would be the broth.
~In the morning, I discarded the herbs and pureed the liquid and the burdock, with the fresh rose, nettle leaves, purple snap pea flowers, chocolate mint, and lemon balm.
~I simmered that with scallions, basil and zucchini, and then used a stainless steel hand mixer to blend the ingredients. Then I added seaweed, salt, and other spices.
~The salad you see on top of the soup is how I like to add toppings, raw kohlrabi and watermelon radish with olive oil. I also added spicy pickled snap peas. Give your soup a fresh crunch! If I had a soup shop I would have various ingredients you could put on top like you do for ice cream, accept you would be eating medicine instead of sugar and have fun with it. 🙂
Happy Mothers Day
Lastly, I want to say Happy Mothers Day, and share how blessed I feel to have such an incredible, creative, polite, intelligent, teenage Son who continues to impress everyone around him.
It’s been a traumatic month. It was the month of the Burn, the Rash, and the Theft. I got a second degree burn, a big poison oak rash, and someone stole from my business. It left me wounded, scarred, and broken, adding layers to my recent evolution.
One night I was woke up in a powerful trance state at 1:30am. I heard these words, and wrote them down exactly as they were dropped like a water leak into my mind:
“Notice the power of the illusion of acting on a disempowered thought, based in a reality of time and space that doesn’t feel worth it’s presence in your right mind. Believe in its presence, and hold space that there’s a new more empowering thought arising in the shadows and depths of your soul.”
I thought things were on their way up in my life. I was feeling good. I had just recently revived my health after a period of thinking I was dying. I was getting energy to exercise again. All my time researching and working on my health and my intuition was working.
At the beginning of the month, I felt like I was drunk on spirit. It was both exhilarating and confusing. I don’t know how to explain that, except to say that my ring flew off my hand as I tripped over my own foot. Stuff like that kept happening.
You know those dreams when you’re falling down a hole, and your body actually feels like it’s falling, and your body shocks itself awake? I had that, but I was tying a shoe and tripping over it. It was extremely vivid. It felt kind of like a lucid dream state, but it was different.
I went back to improv class during this time. I’m in a place of such heightened sensitivity that when my improv teacher told us he was hung over, I felt drunk! The whole class I was giggling nonstop and even hiccuping. It was so bad that the woman doing a scene with me made use of it and directed the scene into me being drunk. Which worked out quite well since we were talking about what to do with a blender. “There’s a rehab next door, I think you should go in that direction.” Good line…
The burn happened 4 days later. I’m convinced this was due to the presence of confused, disempowering thoughts going on.
I didn’t listen to an important voice.
Something told me not to wear those pants with holes on the legs, that morning. The voice said, “No, don’t do it!”
I didn’t need to know why I was supposed to listen to that voice, I just simply needed to listen; but, I was in a rush to get my son to school, so I just left. I could have still listened to my instinct and looked for different pants. I don’t even really like those pants!
So the broth splashed and of course it landed right on the exposed part of my leg. And it hurt. A lot. I screamed like crazy.
My son looked on Google and told me to run cold water in the bath for 20 minutes. I took this photo because there was a part of me that was elated, the pain a reminder of my alive-ness. I was in pain and at the same time feeling blessed it wasn’t worse.
To be honest, when I burned myself, I was more concerned about the aesthetics than the pain. What about those cute shorts I wanted to buy? Or that mini skirt I made, looking forward to the summer. What if I could never art model again or take naked photos? So I took some naked photos* in the snow, and chilled out.
I realize now, some weeks later, that what the Burn gave me was not just a scar– it was a mark that reminds me that I’m a woman who will pick up the pieces, dust myself off, believe, and move forward in ways I never imagined. And for that I am incredibly grateful.
The same day I burned myself, I was attacked with poison oak all over my lower back, and a spot on my butt and arm! It’s a pain I would not wish on anyone! Both of these mistakes could’ve been avoided, but I’m a soul rebel, braving the wilderness, and I can get a little nonsensical at times.
With a little help from my men…
I have a deep appreciation for wonderful Men. Soup Sorcery has a lot to do with the inspiration of Men in my life, each one pivotal, life changing, and magic. In fact, what got me through were some spectacular Men: my Son, my Brother, the Earth Angel, and the Faun.
No one yelled at me, ignored me, or lectured me about how stupid I was for getting burned. No one hit me on the head. They helped me, and I didn’t do it all on my own. I felt safe.
The Earth Angel picked up aloe vera for me when Erewhon ran out, and I couldn’t bear to drive anymore. He skillfully and perfectly dripped aloe vera on my burn, then wrapped it gently.
Noticing my sadness while he wrapped my leg, he said, “It’s ok, just imagine all the good surprises in life that haven’t happened yet.” He gave me a shoulder to cry on.
“Do you want a tissue?” he asked.
I answered, “I already used your shirt. Sorry.” He just continued to hold loving space.
He brought me soup and an immune booster, and talked to me for half an hour while I had the flu. I sent the Earth Angel off with some wellness formula, hoping he wouldn’t catch my flu (He didn’t).
He brought me to dinner at his friends’ house, where they gave me some of their homemade colloidal silver. I honestly don’t know what good colloidal silver does, but the sensation of the gift felt powerful and amazing.
The Vegetable Thief
Okay, so before I said I would wish poison oak pain on no one, but if I were inclined to do so, there’s someone who could probably roll in it covered in super glue, he made me so mad…
Though I was experiencing the pain of the burn and the poison oak, I continued to do business as I always do. One of the drivers that I hire weekly, had to cancel one week, and I was scrapped to find a driver on craigslist. He seemed like a nice person, so I didn’t read the red flags correctly. I was in pain and needed help! So I sent him off with $800 worth of produce boxes, and a check to deliver them. Then I didn’t hear from him all day, or that night. He blocked my number.
At first I didn’t know if he was in an accident or something else happened. My Psychic tuned in and said that the guy was someone who made erratic decisions. I thought, “either he made an erratic decision and crashed, or he made an erratic decision and stole vegetables.” The Earth Angel called him the next day, and the guy answered, then hung up when he told him he was calling on my behalf. So that ruled out the accident, plus he cashed the check before I canceled it.
My friend the Faun called him several times and left messages, and found a picture of him for me so I could identify him to the authorities. My Brother, who had adamantly and skillfully fixed the security camera a week before the incident, sent me the pictures of the guy’s car and license plate. I have this image in my mind, watching my brother fix the wires, and telling me how important it was that he do this before he left town, and in my mind I was questioning why. Everything was ready for the police report, the camera shots were important.
I had no choice but to email my customers and be honest. I wrote:
“I’ve never experienced this in my 8 years doing this little business. I’ve always followed through at every challenge. I count on being able to make the basic expenses of this business. In order for me to continue, I have to ask if any of you are willing to take soup credits instead of a refund. I would greatly appreciate it.”
Some people donated, some people needed a refund, and about half of the people took soup credits. A few people canceled. That’s business. I am incredibly grateful to my wonderful customers.
But I was so inspired by the kindness of my customers, and felt so protected by the my Angel men, it blasted me out of my pain. Not that I didn’t feel it. I was just so relieved to feel safe, after so many years in a fight or flight stance.
So, while I don’t wish poison oak pain (or any pain!) on anyone, I won’t be mad if the Vegetable Thief were to get a persistent itch that he can’t quite reach.
Honestly, it was thanks to the Men who stepped in that I was able to handle this situation with authenticity and elegance.
Note to the thief: My Son suffers from physical pain, in which he sees specialists for. I work with what I have to make that possible. It’s not easy. I worked crazy hours and put up with so many challenges to keep my businesses. I hold space for everyones growth and encourage you to reach out to the Detective, and work on paying back the funds.
Gettin’ Back On That Horse
That night I decided it was time to go back to dance class for the first time in three months. I just knew it was time. They were surprised and happy to see me. I told them my story, and about how inspired I was by all the people that made me feel better.
The dance class was full of spirit that day. They danced so well and said things like, “Be like Kali, get back on that horse!”
I also went back to improv class. No more hiding, it’s time to get back out there! My friends there were really mad at the thief on my behalf. Like they were channeling all that anger I was too afraid to express. My dear friend Lana said, “Let’s call him and make him fall in love with us, and then crush his heart!” I felt like I had a team of improvising Topanga townspeople ready with pitchforks.
Erewhon In Retrograde
Each time I go to Erewhon now it gets bigger, brighter, and more interesting– and my broths were nowhere to be seen! They had moved things around. Another Angel, is my friend who’s the Vice President of Erewhon and runs the Calabasas store. We looked around for the broths. They have been selling out much quicker lately. People love the shitake and sage broth. “It would be great if you could put my broths in your fresh soup section.”
Victor rolled his eyes and tilted his head to the side. I said, “I know, I know I’m always pushing, but if I don’t say anything, who will?” He agreed about that. I told him, “Mercury goes retrograde in Pisces tomorrow.”
He got a look of concern. “I’m Pisces, is that bad?” “No it’s great, Pisces are the best. But I can’t find my broth on your shelves and my keys have gone missing.”
We’ll see where I end up in the store next…
For anyone who wants to learn more about the retrograde in Pisces, I recommend my astrologists video. Follow her channel!
I found my keys. They were in my car like I had predicted, or more like it was common sense. I began to walk back in the store to talk to a Chef Friend who recently did a video for me at Erewhon, and her presence helped me to remind myself, “Ok now, get into unity consciousness.” I then heard whistling and my name being called out. I turned around, and there was the Man I needed to talk to today. We had scheduled a call for later in the day, without a specific time, about an event we’re doing together, but here we were now.
I showed him the burn on my leg. “You know that the burn makes you even better right? Sexier. You know you’re very sexy right?”
“Yes, I do.” I answered. “But I don’t like the burn. It doesn’t make me feel more sexy.” I just could not yet be ok with this new burn and poison oak scars.
On my way home, I wept in gratitude for all the unexpected kindness from the Angel Men, that came from all this stress and scary stuff. The tears were healing, dissolving disempowering thoughts and transforming them into empowered thoughts. Remembering the words I had woken up to (written in the beginning of this post), I feel a deeper and richer sense of empowerment.
I have many scars. I don’t have to like them. But they are there to remind me of what I survived and I love that. It’s perfectly imperfect. Like me. Not that I like imperfections, but I can love them.
And Finally, Soup!
During all this insanity, I got the Earth Angel’s soup recipe. It will open your sinuses and blast open your heart like everyone did for me in the brutal month that was February 2019 in the life of the Soup Sorceress.
May all beings feel safe. May all beings attune to unity consciousness. May all beings grow. May all beings be free. May all beings warm their heart and soul. May all beings see the choice to turn painful emotions into magic. Thank you Angel Men, I love you all. Happy International Women’s Day, thank you for helping me feel a little safer.
Earth Angel Soup
½ or ¾ lb Red Lentils
About the same amount of Brown Rice
Basket of Mushrooms
Jalapenos (chopped tiny)
Ginger (chopped tiny)
Add more water as needed
Salt to taste (Hint: He adds too much.)
Raw, Thinly Sliced Onions on Top
Add avocado cubes at the end.
In order to get the right amount of ginger and jalapeno to be the amount he uses, look at the picture. He uses one to two jalapenos that size. Just one ginger that size.
With soups like this, I let the rice, lentils, ginger, jalapeno, and turmeric cook for 20 or 30 minutes, then add mushrooms. You add the broccoli in the last 5 or 10 minutes of the total cooking time, and then add the kale once you turn off the heat. Bell Pepper can go in whenever you want, depending on how much crunch you want.
If you want toasted sesame seeds, make sure to toast them yourself, instead of buying them toasted. They are so much more delicious! It’s worth the minute.
Have you ever been through a long period of time that feels like it may never end, that was so devastating, you lost inspiration?
I tried to reach at my inspiration again. Where was it? I was too devastated. I was curled into a ball, crying, imagining, resting, and healing. Each step of healing was a reason to celebrate. I really did. The way I used to get my inspiration was changing.
Food changed. I used to do so many experiments, whatever came to my mind each day. I ran out of the budget to do that, and even a kitchen.
I landed in a kitchen, where I was yelled at for being specific about my food choices.
And the inspiration just kept wilting, the sadness and pain improved.
For the sake of my health, and lowering food costs and mess in the kitchen, I began to eat extremely specific and minimally. I could feel my body vibrating more clearly, as I spent four months this way. I felt like I was failing as a cook though.
Everything I thought I was doing right, and how I was on the way up, was put away. Part of my path was to see things in a new way, and there is light at the end of the tunnel.
I almost forgot that spirit was guiding me when I created all those crazy soups. Mixed with my own creative impulses, and ability to listen, take signs, use what I had available, share resources, on and on, but most importantly, was to realize that the whole journey started because I decided to let go and let spirit guide me. Taking a hike every day was essential.
Only recently, like today, have I realized, some of these important cosmic memories.
I was sick of soup, and taking pictures of soups. I wanted to like it, but I didn’t feel good about it. The world wasn’t exciting, and I didn’t have my own kitchen to harness my magic in. Have you ever gotten sick of hearing the same songs? Even though all the soups were different, it felt like the same songs. Nothing really wrong with the song, but you just don’t feel it anymore. It’s not the songs fault. What’s actually happening, is that I’m waiting for the next evolvement to happen.
Here’s the recent things that inspired this today.
Today, someone asked me, “is all you cook soup”?! I was thinking, oh my gosh, I am so much more creative then this, why am I trying to play it off like I’m just doing soups, or even just cooking, for the sake of trying to make my instagram all about soups, so that I could be consistent.
I bought a papaya for this salad. Doesn’t seem like a big deal, but I can’t remember the last time I bought a papaya, except a babaco papaya from a local farm. I bought one at Whole Foods today. It felt good not to be so concerned about it, and just accept that sometimes I’ll add a non local ingredient.
I started making croissants for a friend who helped me in huge ways, confirm what I had been saying silently in my mind, which was awakening and heart wrenchingly challenging, in a way that only he could do. It’s inspired me because it took me out of my fears of using certain food ingredients, reminded me that I have the ability to be calm and patient, feel my body again, and I’m doing something that is new and enjoyable with food, instead of trying to just perfect soups. It’s a pattern interrupt, which helps to re-enliven things.
I did it for myself. The nature of cooking for other people is that they’re paying for it, so you want to please them. I’ve gone into this new thing, even when I’m making food for someone else, that, I’m pleasing myself while making it. It feels better.
I remembered the reason I was inspired in cooking. It was the connections, the friendships, the stories, the feelings, the symbols, creatures, attitudes, the evolvement of seeing myself in new ways, synchronicity’s, and creating new characters in me. And when that was taken away from me, and I thought I was dying, what could I do then besides accept and heal.
Sometimes it’s easier to silently forgive someone for acting in an un-evolved, hurtful way, then to have to explain anything to them. I know that they don’t actually want to respond that way. It’s ok to have boundaries, to take space without reason, it’s ok not to respond, it’s ok to shake your booty any time you want to. Things look scary, but I’ve had to take a risk at having boundaries. I had to jump off a cliff, let the tower crumble, and burn the pedestal. There was something that everyone did right.
And that’s how I came up with this thai inspired salad today. It’s not soup! I blessed the salad before I took the picture, and then again after I took the picture. I just can’t help but to feel that every time I take the picture I want to honor the food, and then recharge it again because I just took a piece of it’s soul when I took the picture.
Ingredients: Red Cabbage, Papaya Chunks, Fermented Watermelon Radish, Paper Thin Sliced Cucumbers.
Dressing: 1 bunch cilantro, olive oil, fermented turmeric sauce (available at www.savraw.com), smoked sea salt, black pepper, chipotle powder, chili powder, lime juice, mustard, and a little juice from the fermented watermelon radish.
Shower the tower in freshly toasted sesame seeds. Eat the rainbow tower, be grateful. 🙂
When I was in High school, at Hollywood High Performing Arts Magnet, I started a petition to try to change the School lunch program into something healthier.
I realized pretty quickly that wasn’t going to happen so fast, or from a petition. I consider it a step in the right direction, when I visited there this year, and saw several benches were torn out where we used to hang, and were replaced with garden beds.
Less then a decade later, my Son, Zane Allister, was in Kindergarten at Topanga Elementary, and I wanted to do something about lunches. I realized at some point, that if it was illegal to donate and create a salad bar for the lunch program, but Parents were allowed to bring cupcakes inside the class on their kids Birthday, then I could bring salad anytime I wanted. Often my son would walk out of class with a cupcake loaded with high fructose corn syrup, from a Birthday celebration. I tried not to make a thing about it, but I wanted to donate vegetables for the kids.
I asked the teachers each year if I could, and once in a while I donated to the class. I washed fruits and veggies, shaved the carrots, cut the celery, prepared cucumbers. Simple fruits and veggies, direct from local, organic farms, to provide the kids with some extra nourishment in the middle of the day, inside the classroom. The Teachers were happy about it, and the kids walked out of the class with eyes wide open, thanking me.
Once my Son was in 5th grade and wanted to be a part of the play, I was asked to be the Assistant Director, which also gave me the opportunity to provide organic fruits and vegetables for after school snacks.
Today, Zanes in 7th grade, and it was my turn to make lunch for the school at Topanga Mountain School, where he attends.
Two days ago, I sent a picture on instagram, of the 2 surprise Snowball Pumpkins that popped up in the middle of a sweet baby pumpkin field at T & D Farms. My Aunt made the comment….
“Soupe De Potiron”??? (also called “Potage Aurore” or “Dawn Soup”). A wonderful blend of pumpkin/potiron and tomato with thick cream, dash nutmeg, according to cookbook written by my grand-mother La Mazille…she was a big time “Bonnes Soupes” maker.
My Aunt Isabelle was the wife and muse of My Great Uncle (by blood), and one of my favorite artists, Judson Huss. So I was pretty happy to see her comment about soup art.
I gathered anything the farms that I already buy from weekly, were willing to gift to the School. I normally don’t ask farms for donations because I want them to receive more, but in this case, we were all happy about this possibility.
I realized, even though I had a different type of winter squash, I pretty much had the ingredients for the soup she mentioned.
Which squash did I have!? The coolest one, of course! It’s name is, “Sweet Candy Roasted Georgia Squash”. From “The Garden Of” farm.
Some people like more or less cream, some like leeks, some don’t, some want a few fresh tomato chunks, some are willing to try my side of fermented salsa. The point is, I don’t have a measured recipe for this soup, but you’ll know what to do for your own. Here’s my current version of “Soup De Potiron”. It couldn’t be a better time of season for a blend of heirloom tomatoes and pumpkin. Tomatoes will be out soon, and winter squash will still be in. So if you wanna do this later, freeze some tomatoes from Tutti Frutti farm! You can get #2 heirlooms, for $10 per 10 pound box, best deal for incredible tomatoes!
~Sweet Candy Roasted Georgia Squash
~Raw Organic Pastures Cream or Nut Cream
I laid it out for the kids, so that they could pick out their own toppings, and mixings. Most wanted the cream! Some didn’t, so it’s good to give them the option. Same with the squash, some just wanted plain tomato soup, not squash, tomato soup.
The squash was roasted in chunks.
The heirloom tomatoes, were pureed and then simmered. I lost two liters while simmering, and stirring, so that it would be less watery. I only added rice vinegar and himalayan salt.
Sautéed leeks on the side, sautéed some corn, cut fresh tomatoes, and basil from home greenhouse. The kids just grabbed the toppings they wanted, and all seemed happy and nourished with the lunch. If they wanted cream, they could just stir some in.