the bowl of soup i have lived a thousand years

In playing around a bit with ingredients I have found a blend of squash, apples, coconut, curry and other spices that I can appreciate. Personally I have always found squash soups to be a little sweet for my liking. Given it’s Fall, fresh squash and apples are found in abundance, if not synonymous with the season. Much like 5 years ago when we first arrived to the long driveway winding up to the farm, I am not quite sure where this farm-stand soup expedition is going, but I’ll continue to follow the road. The goals is that others can experience healthy living, comfort and adventurous flavors, all in one bowl. Much like my neighbors who have set up farm stands selling their produce or farm-fresh eggs, I am going to follow suit and create a dedicated farm stand for soups. I’ve decided to take things one step further and share my cold-weather passion with others locally. Blending seasonal, fresh ingredients with accents of international spices and flavors, I bring varying tastes to life in my kitchen. The soups have become my very own canvas for creativity. It is veritably the armor that I shield myself with. I joke that I soup my way through winter. And it’s among the fields of budding apple trees that I have discovered my own nascent visions. I’ve learned to capture the beauty of what is and what can possibly be. In many ways it’s become my own personal sanctuary. But I would be lying if I said that it didn’t bring me some solace being here. In the last five years, I’ve experienced every color of the rainbow in the process of acceptance. Of course, there’s me, the eternal not-the-farmer’s wife, who has had to make peace with calling this home. Ultimately his sights have been set on producing Hard Cider. Although we are still a few years out from seeing the fruit of the innumerable hours of labor, the vision he has for his field of dreams has only just begun.

Goodman planted the 2,500 fruit trees, mostly apple, himself with a little help from his friends. The rows of corn stalks grown for animal feed have long since turned over and given way to a fruit orchard. It is in these precious hours that he boards his tractor and sets out into the fields to be with his trees.

Considering that he is an avid Stocks Trader by day, his true love comes in the hours before the Opening Bell and after the Closing Bell have sounded. My Goodman, for his part, has found his element and a passion for living off the land. In that time, not only did we dig in our heels and roll up our sleeves but we have undoubtedly if not unintentionally settled into the land. It’s been 5 years since we first rolled up the long driveway leading up to Honey Hollow Farm not knowing ultimately where that road would lead.

The bowl of soup i have lived a thousand years