Confession – I curse, like a sailor in fact. I know it’s not ladylike. I know it’s not classy. It is in no way how my parents raised me. I know that should I ever implement a curse cup into my life, some lucky local charity would feel as though they hit the lottery.
This undesirable character flaw rears its ugly head at certain times more than others, as you might suspect. Case in point, making this soup.
Cutting and peeling a pumpkin. Seemed pretty straight forward, at least in my mind. It wasn’t. Maybe there’s a strategy I don’t know about, a trick, a tool, a special Halloween spell to cast so that the skin magically falls off, I don’t know. I do know that I cut myself, swore, and generally had a difficult time.
Blame it on the rain. Here comes the rain again. Who’ll stop the rain? November rain. Singin’ in the rain. Fool in the rain. Songs about rain. Purple rain, purple rain.
Alright, what does all this rain/song nonsense have to do with Chilled Corn Chowder?
Well, I’m a music maniac so I equate most things to song, but that’s not the point. The point is, in my little part of the world, we’ve been super blessed to have an abnormal amount of summertime rain, equating – giant, delicious, abundant… corn!
The sweaters are coming off, the birds are singing, the flowers are in bloom, the Earth smells of awakening, our pale winter bodies rejoice in some sun and processed Vitamin D… it’s spring time, baby!
It might not be bathing suit time yet, but it sure is “park yourself on the porch, and enjoy a tasty beverage time!” This weekend – you, some sun, and a pitcher of this tasty sangria.