Carrot Soup Reflections

This was written on a cold and rainy Vancouver day (sometimes I feel like there are no other days in winter in Vancouver).

I never really imagined what my adult life would be like. I probably thought about working in an office, and living in an apartment. For some reason, I didn’t think about being married, having a husband or anything like that.  And here I am with the best husband, a cozy home (that I rent. I live in Vancouver, this is reality), 2 great jobs, and all that grownup life stuff.

I also cook a lot. Between T and I, I cook more often. I love it so much and I am truly blessed that I love to cook - it’s usually not a chore to feed myself or my husband. I love to cook.

But I am a human and sometimes I am so fucken tired. Like today. My day was fine and work was fine. To be honest, it was more than fine because I work with great people and it’s a fun, productive place to be, but it’s hump day, I worked hard and while fine, I am so damn tired.

All I wanted to do when I got home was light up a doobie, eat a pile of noodles and mangoes then fall asleep. Note: Mangoes are not in season nor are they local. I just really wanted some. However I had committed to working out which I do regularly at home. I also knew I should get some writing done and do a much needed stretch. So I got grumpier and grumpier with the prospect of cooking dinner.

Sometimes my love and passion for cooking disguises itself as a chore. Especially when I’m hangry and tired. Fine, fine and I was super grumpy.

But then I got home and my dear husband was cooking dinner for us. A healthy, beautiful, delicious dinner. And his act of cooking gave me time to workout, write and stretch tonight.

He made us soup. Carrot + potato soup. And it was so tasty. I had it with a slice of bread, topped with light sprinkling of cheese and parsley. Fresh cracked pepper obviously - we crack it in a mortar and pestle like true OGs.  

I never wanted to get married or even thought about it too much to be honest. So I am learning that marriage can be a beautiful thing. We help and support each other and this makes the every day so special.

Cooking can be a chore. I try to see it however as a practice of everyday kindness and gratitude. I cook you food. I am feeding you and your soul.

Tonight Tim fed me and my soul, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

- Ratha