Culinary foolery

At around six this evening I began to make what I thought would be a simple soup: split yellow pea soup with sweet potatoes, kale, and curry spices. At seven I checked it. The flavor was nice, though devoid of salt because salt can cause dried legumes to take longer to cook. The peas were crunchy.

It is now eleven-thirty. I have tasted it about every twenty minutes. The sweet potatoes are mostly disintegrated, and the kale, which I put in in large pieces because I am lazy, has broken down into green flecks as if it were really a lot of dried green herb. It tastes really nice; all the curry spices have melded and mellowed.

The peas are firm.

If I could be bothered to put together a poll, I'd have let people vote on when the peas would be done. I am hoping they are done by 12:30, since I have to eat something then with my medication, and I have not really had any dinner.

I think I must have bought those yellow split peas a lot longer ago than I recall. They came from the bulk department of Whole Foods, so there is no sell-by date.

It is not that easy to write when one is leaping up every twenty minutes to see if the peas are done, but I have managed a certain amount anyway.

Maybe I should have put the salt in.

P.