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Take a 13 lb turkey, a lot of water, some celery, a lot of carrots, a couple of onions, some run of the mill seasonings and some time over two days and whattayagot?

Merely what has to be the best turkey soup I’ve ever made. Have I claimed that before? Perhaps. But it wasn’t true until now. Perhaps that goes to Beethoven’s point about liking what you’ve just done best of all. Or it’s just plain true.

This soup does not seek to be anything it is not. There are no secret ingredients, no obscure flavorings. I can only hold out to you that a small bowlful is a large comfort. How else shall we count the success of a pot of soup? Feeds and comforts body and soul. And when I say a lot? 2 gallons, 1 quart and a few bowlfuls. And that’s without rice or meat.

In other news, since I seem unable to sit and sew anything at all, last night I did an assignment for an online challenge – I painted four color studies. Same design for each, and each had a required size. Indeed, I took primary color paint and made color studies, and amateurish though they might be I think I successfully fulfilled the assignment and that is that. On to the next.