Thursday, 6 September 2012

Van Morrison Soup

Van inspires fans in increasingly weird and wacky ways.  Betzking from the Betz-Blog is inspired by Van to make soup.  Read about it from a cut down version of one of her postings. 

The Sunday Soup Hobby

Late afternoon found me at the cutting board, dicing carrots and listing to music. It was time to make the weekly “Sunday soup”, a staple in our house because we get home so late on most week-nights. Warming up a bowl of soup is the fastest way to the couch, dog, cat, spouse and silly pyjamas, but my previous career as a cook left me a soup-snob. Hence, home made soups or no soups at all.

Sometimes I make a pot of soup while listening to a particular artist. “Van Morrison soup” is a particular favourite (but not the stuff you hear on the radio, it has to be his more esoteric spiritual stuff). Seems like the angst-ridden musicians produce the best soup – something about how the minor chords and existential lyrics infuse the chopping and sauteing.  I often think it counts as a meditation. A consistently sized dice – whether carrots or celery or onions – is a precise work. The feel of the knife as it rocks back and forth, the rhythmic beat of the chopping against the background of music and bubbling broth, these never fail to plant me firmly in the hallowed-here-and-now. There is a Zen saying, “Before Enlightenment chop wood carry water, after Enlightenment, chop wood carry water.” It is speaking of the place where “every day” and “holy” overlap. I chop vegetables and carry broth every Sunday. “Every day” and “holy” overlap in a big old pot, and our bodies and spirits are fed from the contents. Plus it makes the house smell great for the whole week.

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