The harsh hot wind brushes past my skin elevating the pressure in my head and heart to levels that don’t feel comfortable or safe. It’s a punishing unfamiliar terrain I stumble through almost every afternoon these days. I’m talking of course about the tortured world of preteen adolescence….
Watching the dark skies streak across my window, blown by the blustery wind, I find myself craving a soup brimming with soba noodles. The calm dark nature of a Japanese-inspired soup is soothing at all times of year but particularly during the harshest winter days….
There are winter days when the sky is illuminated with a certain pitch of pale yellow that tells me the sun is withholding every ounce of its warmth and the cold air outside will be piercing. It’s these kind of days that have me frozen in place.
I want something warm in my belly but I but what I really want is to climb under the covers and hibernate until the thaw. Tonight is an evening that calls for something that can be thrown into the hot oven, knowing it will emerge with enough spice to add warmth to an otherwise barren day.
I’ve decided on a Spanish Chicken Bake. …