It’s the middle of February, and I’ve spent the last two weeks trying to make sense of my life and where time goes. It feels like I ought to be carrying on as if nothing of importance is happening in my life, because a wedding is just that, a wedding. It’s not important professionally or anything, I’ll still be me after it, right?
That’s the lurch that modern-day feminism has left me in, what with our former Secretary of State lobbing statements against women for having voting opinions that may differ from her own views. My own two cents regarding Hillary run along these lines. It’s why I’ve been pitching to anyone who will listen that Bernie Sanders really should have a “Bernies for Bernie” ad campaign, everyone loves puppies and I’d sure vote for any Presidential candidate that embraced puppies as the pivotal issue to capture the millennial vote.
On a more serious note, the real reason why I’m not really that enthusiastic about Hillary Clinton is two-fold. The first reason is that Bill Clinton was already President, and I feel like America has had all it can handle of Clintons in the White House. Hillary’s had a great career in politics, but that doesn’t mean I think she ought to be President.
The other reason is that I was a child during Bill’s Presidency, and Hillary was First Lady at the time, and I recall the scandal of Bill’s affair. She stayed with him, and their marriage is their business, but I just hated that politics meant that the leader of America was the type of man who would stray from his wife. As a child, I naively believed love and marriage meant infidelity would never touch a couple who seemed to have it all. It sucks, but a part of me doesn’t want to see Bill at Hillary’s side in the Oval Office, because after 8 years of seeing President Obama and Michelle be as in love as they were when he entered office, and zero scandals, I feel like that ought to be a standard the American public should maintain.
It doesn’t seem too difficult to expect our nation’s leaders to keep their hands to themselves.
That’s my two cents on it. We’re in America, and I’ve got a Constitutional right to free speech.
As promised, below follows a soup I made up earlier this week. It’s cold/flu season, I was hit by some random bug, and felt the need for both cactus and soup. Some culinary wizarding and disease-addled inspiration, and poof something resembling soup with cactus bits in it appeared, and for lack of any better name, I coined it Cactus Soup. Enjoy!
Cactus Soup Recipe:
- 1-2 cactus leaves, or about 1/2 bag cut cactus (can be found at local grocery stores like Chavez in the Bay Area)
- 1-1 1/2 cups chicken stock
- 1/4 yellow onion
- 2-3 garlic cloves
- 1/3 cup of orzo, or any rice
- 2 eggs
- salt/pepper/seasoning to taste
1. Cut all vegetables (onion, garlic, cactus if bought whole leaves) into uniform pieces. I prefer squares, but it’s up to you.
2. Add cut cactus, onion, and garlic to a pot with 1/2 cup of chicken stock, and if not fully covered, add enough water to barely cover the cactus. Bring to a boil until cactus is cooked, stirring occasionally, takes about 5-10 minutes. (You can tell cactus is cooked because it’s changed green coloration, from the vibrant fresh cut green in photo 1 above, to the mellower green in photo 1 where there is an image of cactus in the spoon).
3. Strain the cactus, keep the fluid it cooked in because you’ll use it to cook the rice. Set aside strained cactus while cooking the orzo or rice. Add 1/3 cup of orzo/rice to the cactus-chicken broth, cook according to its cooking time (usually on the package somewhere).
4. As broth simmers down, add more chicken stock, keeping temperature at a simmer.
5. Whisk the 2 eggs together, then whisk in 2 spoonfuls of the cooked rice and soup into the container the eggs were whisked in. Slowly pour egg mixture into the simmering soup, stir the soup as it pours in.
6. Give the egg 1-2 minutes to cook, then add in the cactus that was set aside earlier. Season to taste!