No It Ain’t Twinkies But It Ain’t half Bad

It’s tough trying to find something really good to eat when you are doing your best to stay alive. For the last almost three months now I’ve been doing what has been referred to as “healthy keto.” I don’t get to entertain myself with food any longer. No more celebrating with a special meal or drown my sorrows with piles of hot steaming comfort. Nope, I simply eat to stay alive. I know, boring right? I am still alive though, so I guess my diet is working. But I’m not having much fun, until today.

This has been the most productive garden I’ve grown since we moved here eighteen years ago. And I have proof. We have tomatoes the size of eastern Idaho watermelons. At least the size of the ones I’ve managed to grow. Anyhow they’re huge and there are tons of them. And they have been great. But eating bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwiches without bread is just not the same. For one thing it’s really messy. I did, however, find a way to use up a bunch of them. I made soup.

The wife and I have been stopping at the Perkins restaurant in Idaho Falls for lunch, here of late and I discovered their cream of tomato and basil soup. It’s outstanding. So I thought I’d give it a try. Why not? Old man Perkins ain’t got nothin’ on me. At least that is what I was thinking when I started quartering up a couple of gallons of red ripe tomatoes. Of course we had to locate the wife’s giant stock pot before I really got rolling. You would think that something four times bigger than most normal people’s largest pot, would be easy enough to find but somehow we misplaced it. Anyhow after an extensive search through the entire house including garage and basement we finally found it in the kitchen. Imagine that, the pot was in the kitchen.

So once I got the pot on top of our largest burner I dumped a quart of turkey broth, that we had previously canned, and the leftover drippings from a couple of outstanding lemon roasted chickens, I cooked up the other day, into the gargantuan stock pot. I quartered one large onion and chunked up one large clove of garlic throwing it all into the pot along with about a heaping teaspoon of basil. I brought the stock to a boil and then slowly added the approximately one and half to two gallons of quartered and mashed tomatoes. I have tried bringing the whole mess to a boil all at once but sometimes the bottom will burn. So go slow.

Once all the tomatoes are in the pot and boiling turn the heat down and simmer for about three to four hours without covering.  It should reduce to about half or even less than what you started with. Run tomato muck through blender and then back into the pot. Add one can of evaporated milk and one pint of cream. You can adjust the cream and milk anyway you want for desired creaminess. Add salt and sugar to taste. That’s it. You now have something delicious to add to your healthy, life, prolonging diet.

The Incident

Not again, I said to myself as my heart sank, and then immediately began racing as I realized the implications. I was still reeling from the last time. I don’t think I can go through this again.

It was a typical Southern California morning. The sun was out and the temperature was comfortable. I however was not.

For what seemed like an eternity I had been failing to live up to the standards placed on me. Others had come and gone and seemingly mastered that which I was still struggling to do. I felt like a complete failure. How was I ever going to take my place in society as a productive member?

My life to this point was good. I had managed to learn and grow as expected of one in my position. In fact, if I might be so bold, I was showing at least above average potential. I was lead to believe that anything was possible, that if I applied myself the sky was the limit, I could do anything I put my mind to, along with other annoying clichés made popular by the overachieving, positive, can do crowd.

I wanted to believe I could do anything. With the proper training and support and the right attitude I would go far. I did believe this. I did.

Its funny how little things can be so big. However, there really was nothing little about it. For me it was huge. My whole life hung in the balance that fateful morning. I was at a crossroads. I had been here several times before and failed. All the rest of my life hinged on what I did next. If I fail again there would be no tomorrow, not really, not in my mind, not for me. Oh sure the world would keep turning and people would continue to evolve. Children would be born and families would go on, but not me.

I stood there shaking. I had been approaching the door that would lead me to the confrontation I was dreading. I stopped about thirty feet short, unable to take another step. A very stern and intimidating woman of about fifty who seemed to live for these moments was waiting for me. I froze. There had to be another way. The thought of facing her again was more than I could bear.

I never felt so utterly worthless, as I turned and walked back the way I came. Maybe I should have faced my fears. Maybe I might have been successful this time. No, there’s no fooling myself. I had been trying to get it right, over and over, with the same results. I’m just a failure. I am forever destined to be a loser.

I’m Back

My first full length novel!

It’s been several years now since I stopped writing for the Standard Journal. I told you folks, at the time, that I was going to step aside to write my first novel. Well I have. In fact I have one full length work of fiction called Makin’ My Way up on Amazon right now. We are taking orders for the paperback version of Makin’ My Way. See, Buy Now, above.

I also have two shorter type novels that are for younger readers, or adults that like easy fun reads. Actually I classify all my books as, “Kid books for adults,” since that seems to be where I am stuck, intellectually, and emotionally. At least that is what the wife tells me. They are currently going through the editing process and are the first, of what I hope to be, an ongoing, long term series. Of course that depends on whether anybody actually reads them or not.

I’m also really excited about the novel I am currently writing called “Mr. Henry’s Expendables.” Originally I called it “The Expendables” but some Hollywood outfit beat me to it. There is an excerpt and a little description on the back of Makin’ My Way. I hope to have it ready sometime this winter.

In case you were wondering I still like to cook but my culinary creations are not nearly as fun as the old days. They are healthier though. So if you are interested in Bok Choy soup or spinach omelets let me know.

John

Top photo from the Portland archives and is part of the public works collection. City of Portland (OR) Archives, aerial of downtown waterfront looking northwest. A2012-005, 1974. Portland, Oregon, 1974, from the Portland archives and is part of the public works collection.     City of Portland (OR) Archives, aerial of downtown waterfront looking northwest. A2012-005, 1974.