Rebecca White

soup #68 tasted like sadness and regret. sometimes you learn what NOT to make next time. character building.

those tiny purple crocuses are poking through the snow and i've never been more emotionally invested in flowers.

currently listening to this audiobook about a woman who moves to the countryside and opens a bakery. living vicariously.

the commute this morning was BRUTAL. ice on the roads and everyone forgot how to drive. podcast saved me.

made a butternut squash situation from absolute scratch. the peeling alone took 20 minutes of my life i'll never get back.

why does february feel like it lasts 9 months. groundhog saw his shadow so we're all doomed apparently.

farmers market had fresh carrots the size of my forearm today. the soup gods are speaking to me.

soup #67 is officially in the books. it was... fine. fine is not inspiring me to write poetry about it.

test recipe day tomorrow. if soup #70 is a win i'm treating myself to something. maybe sleep.

winter driving makes me understand why people just stay home. public transit is looking REAL good right now.

farmers market find: the most beautiful leeks i've ever seen. yes i'm talking about leeks on the internet.

podcast rec if anyone cares: the one about history but make it funny. i've listened through three times.

soup #67 got compliments from my neighbor. i'm printing this out. framing it.

the weather got warm for ONE day and everyone lost their minds. it's february. this is a trap.

made homemade stock from vegetable scraps today and felt like a real adult for exactly 7 minutes 👨‍🍳

why do people get road rage in parking lots. it's a PARKING LOT. everyone chill out.

crocus update: there are now THREE. spring is winning the battle.

soup testing is a lifestyle now. my couch smells like vegetable broth. is that bad.

public transit was actually on time this morning. marked it in my calendar. this is rare.

grocery store had this weird heirloom bean i've never seen. obviously bought three pounds.