Wednesday, September 13, 2006

soup days

Whenever I am on a deadline, we eat soup. I reserve a morning cutting up vegetables, throw it in a pot and make a large pot of chicken soup. And that is what we eat. For days. I do this so that I don't have to cook for the rest of the week and am free to forget about meals as I paint and write away. Recently, these soup days have occurred more often than desired by my husband, who says he has nightmares of drowning in soup. I almost feel guilty, but then I remember he is the one that forgot what a saucepan was after we said our wedding vows.

2 comments:

Elaine M. said...

Grace,
I couldn't resist responding to your lastest post. I only hope Maurice Sendak will forgive me.

CHICKEN SOUP FOR ROBERT

In September
when I've got
a book due date,
I cook a lot
of chicken soup
in my BIG pot.
Cook it hearty,
cook it hot.
Here comes
the chicken soup onslaught!

Grace Lin said...

thanks elaine, great poem! I printed it and hung it on our refrigerator. are you getting any of me e-mails?