Comforting soups, comforting memories, comforting sounds - rainy days to the sound of Duran Duran
The weather is giving no respite, and nor are the weather predictions. Outside, it rains and a gale has picked up force, ripping new leaves off the trees and scattering polen from flowers all around. Polen that gets into my nose and gives me bouts of allergy that are leaving me listless and headache-y, nose running and sneazing like there's no tomorrow. The rain makes it all worse, it seems. My whole body is claiming for sunshine and warm temps, my whole being is becoming heavy and drowsy from this greyness and the cold.
I find myself playing old Duran Duran songs, thinking how Simon Le Bon has not aged well, he who was one of my heartthrobs when I was eleven, twelve years old. I move on to watching Spandau Ballet videos, and googling Martin Kemp's photos, only to tell myself that even through all he has been through, that man has grown into such a distinct, gorgeous, fifty year old. He looks better now than he looked in his youth, and boy, did I think he looked good. I try to edit photos, but my eyes are swollen from the allergies and my head aches.
I happen upon a two year old interview with Ville Valo and sit through all forty five minutes of it, looking at a man who though he is about four years younger than me, looks aged, a man I used to find highly charming and attractive, with his heavy eye make up, his naked skinny torso, his deep blue eyes and those suomi features of his. I listen on intently, thinking to myself that he is quite more inteligent than I ever gave him credit for, and that even though he looks aged and roughened by life, there is still something to him. Maybe it is that Finnish blood. I find myself wanting to listen to sappy HIM songs like "Join me in death". I don't plug them on.
And still the rain falls down, reminding me of a Stevie Nicks song, and I am taken aback by memories of Stevie Nicks' outfits in the 80's and I realise how influential her style has always been on me, while "Rio" plays in the background, making me wish for Summer and cherry lipsticks and tiny bikinis that I do not wear anymore. The wind picks up speed outside and I can hear it as if a banshee was just outside my window, or maybe Catherine lost her way and is knocking on my window instead of Heathcliff's. It's not as cold, though, and I find myself wearing blouses under a Winter coat and sweating all the time on my school runs. I think of Kate Bush, and her eerie voice, but I still have to turn off Duran Duran and listen to something else.
I wonder if it would be appropriate to play "Arcane rain fell" on a loop, since doom metal sounds quite appropriate for such grey, dark, rainy days, but "Planet Earth" starts playing, lighting up memories of short stories I used to write when I was twelve, featuring all five members of Duran Duran and Martin Kemp as well for good measure, travelling through space on their spaceship, Captain Adama and Apollo guiding them in their journeys, Starbuck still a boy and not a girl - although Kara Thrace is the most badass girl name ever! I think about lunch and what I long to eat, and soup comes up. Soup always seems to come up, when there's wind and rain and darkness outside. A portuguese cabbage soup, nothing less than that will do on a day like today.
I like to start my meals off with hearty soups during the colder months, and portuguese cabbage, the "penca", being one of my fave vegetables, I find this soup to be hitting quite a few points, even if I'm still sitting doing nothing but listening to Simon Le Bon as a very hot, young man pleading for me to please, please tell him now. I decide to write down a soup recipe instead. Simon can wait, I guess.
- five or six potatoes, on the large
- three big carrots
- one portuguese cabbage, medium sized
- one courgette
- one litre water
- the end stalks of a bunch of asparagus