Garlic Soup Wanted.

I was snooping through other blogs and came across this recipe, which is in turn from here. It's for a roasted garlic soup that has 44 cloves of garlic in it.

I love soup. I do. I could eat it all the time and in every season. Seriously. I think my only problem is that I get bored with the same flavors...because every restaurant seems to serve the same 3 soups. Or that I'm afraid a meal of soup wont fill me up and I'll be hungry within 10 minutes of finishing my bowl... Which is silly since I never feel that way, well unless it's chicken stock or something...

Anyways, I was thinking of making this delicious sounding soup but maybe adding chicken to it. A bowl of creamy, garlic-ey, smooth soup, with an island of tender chicken floating within. That should curb my fear of the soup not filling my belly...

It being August and all, though, it's been crazy hot. The valley has been riding a major heat-wave, well the entire southern California region has. It has actually been a very mild summer up until now. I was starting to wonder what the hell was going on... Stupid me... I should have known better. Summer shows up even if it's late, and moves in on Fall. Or maybe it's just that our seasons are like a month off or almost a full season off. I guess that's what happens when you follow calender dates instead of earth changes...

Today, however, I woke up and the world outside was cold, overcast, and gray. The perfect day to make soup. Except I had to go to work. Boo. As I was sitting in my cold, isolated, little kiosk I searched the previously mentioned sites and scribbled down the recipe. Maybe, just maybe, the weather would stay cold enough to warrant soup making. Alas, I searched the weather forecast and it confirmed my suspicions. And then, before noon, the sun peeked out from behind the clouds and the day became warm. A rather mild day in comparison to even yesterday but still a bit too warm.

And, I was tired. By the time I got home, I crawled into bed and I haven't really moved since. I'm laying here, watching a movie, and petting my puppy. Getting nothing done. Eh, what are evenings off for? Maybe I'll give that recipe a try tomorrow. I'll be off much earlier and I don't have to go to bed too early since my co-baker opens Mondays. I guess we shall see...

On park work news, I totally had these two guys walk up to my kiosk around 1 p.m. They looked exhausted and one was dragging one of those wire carts that people take to the farmer's market or whatever. It was filled with crap, well, not un-named crap. It was filled with camping crap. Turns out these two fellows had walked, yes, walked from Los Angeles all the way to me in Calabasas. And, they were trying to get to the creek, to the campground, which was a good mile, mile and half, from me. I guess they'd left at 8 p.m. last night to make the trip. They took a break at the step of my kiosk and just chilled for a good half hour before taking off the finish their trek. They were very nice and I chit chatted with them for a bit. Me, mostly asking why would they decide it was a good idea to do such a thing. Apparently one of them had made a walking trip to Santa Barbara before and the other was thinking it would be a fun little adventure.. Obviously, not as fun as he expected but I'm sure he'll tell the story and it will, in hindsight, be worth it and be the trip he'd hoped for.