Too Hot To Eat: Recipe for Gazpacho Soup.

Or, as my son when younger would say: Gestapo Soup.  LOL

 

It’s 93 today, and climbing higher.  I can’t eat when it’s so hot and am tired of salads….so yesterday I got out the blender and made this luscious soup.  Cold of course.

Three ripe tomatoes (large)

One large cucumber

1 small onion

Half a lemon (or to taste)

Parsley if you have it

Dash of Wostershire Sauce (misspelled this)

1/2 cup of Olive Oil

salt and pepper

1 crushed garlic clove

Blend well, or blend half and have it chunky.

I’ve had two bowls for breakfast and lunch.  Be careful though, it races through your digestive system rather fast.  But it is wonderful in this horrible heat.

Jane Kohut-Bartels

No copyright:  Soup for All!

 

‘O Absalom!’, from “A Seasoning of Lust”

 

Absalom, King David’s son, caught by his hair in battle.

 

The Lady Nyo, with glitter

It must be the sultriness of the weather, the heat that pulsates in this ‘spring’ air that brings our thoughts to passion, sex.   June opens with a furnace blast and there is still three more weeks of spring.  But summer has more than appeared, and we will have to make the best of it.  The night is cooler, and one can stand the touch of another, as long as there are fans and the touch is fleeting. 

 It is still spring, with all the fertility of  pollen, reproduction, grafting, etc….so perhaps if one’s thoughts turn to passion, it can be expected.

Lady Nyo

–

O Absalom!

–

O Absalom,

Ensnared by  long hair in the

Boughs of an oak,

Pierced through the heart three times–

The shimmer of life now fading.

–

I,

Pulled into mysteries

So abandoned by love

Now given over to lust

Charged with stolen rapture

Dizzy as a drunken dervish-

One hand upward to Heaven

One hand spilling to Earth

Skirts stiffened with sins hard as stone

Corrupted over a life time and now–

Flayed on an unending mandala.

–

Mystery of Life,

Unstoppable desire,

O beautiful Absalom,

We float upon a divine river

Entangled in the reeds of human wanting.

–

This is our nature,

 This our calling while

Flesh answers flesh.

What quarter be given when the heart is

Overwhelmed by passions excess?

–

Lie still–

Let the waters cleanse our loins,

Let the mud of banks soothe our wounds,

Our blood mingle with the floating grasses,

Our hearts sink beneath the surface.

–

Let the rivers of Babylon

Carry us away.

–

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2009,

from ” A Seasoning of Lust”, published by Lulu.com