Life has a tendency to give you a bag full of lemons at times.
Life also has the tendency to put one of those chalky greenish/white lemons in your bag that sends a fever pitch message to all the other lemons in the bag pleading for them to make haste and start molding themselves.
This blog is not about lemons, nor is it about fever pitches. This blog is going to talk about death, heartache and a few spices that will help with the healing process.
Marjoram: “When in doubt, use marjoram” has been a term enthusiastically used by chefs for decades if not more. It’s complicated flavor is related to oregano and mint, but much sweeter and a bit more delicate. It’s been credited as a “nerve and heart tonic” promoting blood circulation, and used for coughs, gall bladder issues, digestive issues, nerve pain, runny nose, depression, dizziness, migraines, stomach cramps and much more. Historically used in love spells by the Greek and Romans, this magical herb was said to reveal to a young woman her one true love if placed under her pillow at night.
Rosemary: Rosemary has a range of benefits and I use it in practically everything. To name of a few of its purposes, it’s packed full of antioxidant and anti-inflammatory compounds, improves digestion, enhances memory, concentration, prevents cancer and brain aging, and it even stimulates hair growth. The list goes on and on with this one.
Thyme: Most often used in medicinal purposes for its high yield of thymol, an antibacterial, antiseptic and antioxidant powerhouse. It’s often used in teas to treat ailments involving respiratory conditions ranging from bronchitis, upper respiratory tract inflammations, and coughs. It has even been used during times of stress to calm the nerves, relieve joint pain and was even offered to men going into battle in the middle ages as it was said to promote bravery.
A dear friend of ours contracted COVID-19 and unknowingly passed it on as this shitty virus tends to do, onto several individuals including his mother. Losing a parent is tough. Losing a parent who is already uber terrified this virus will claim them months prior to succumbing to the virus, and then having the guilt that the host of that virus was yourself is devastating.
I wanted nothing more than to give him and his girlfriend who were very close with her, the biggest and the longest hug ever. I wanted to shower their home with gifts that could aid in the healing process. Like sending a salt stone to clear the energy, candles & journals for meditating, Havan Samagri to burn and clear any allergens or bacteria from the house, uplifting quotes….anything that would aid in the healing process of the loss those two were experiencing. I just wanted to sit with them, listen to them, and let them know that we were there for them.
But in the case you’ve been living in a cave for the past year, it was also primetime COVID season. And everyone knows you’re not supposed to hug, be within 6 feet or be with anyone outside your household for very long,… Plus, the man is like 8 feet tall and is just as sarcastic, if not more than I am. So it could have been awkward, but that man needed a hug, and I’d do it in the name of comfort damnit!
I hate to see people suffer. I feel it in the depths of my soul and I can’t turn off those feels. It never fails. Whatever someone is dealing with, I’m dealing with it right along with them. It’s my bleeding heart syndrome. I have a tendency to pick up vibes from others. I don’t like it. It normally does me no good what-so-ever. I’d prefer not to have this super skill. But here I am, empathetic AF in my own glass house of emotion with a rotating door for anyone to come in at any time. It. Is. Awful.
BUT! I will say my super skill has lead me on a fascinating journey and it’s kind of how I landed where I am in this world. I’ve been on a holistic and natural remedies kick for my entire life. I very rarely take medication and I generally feel very good if I’m paying attention to the signs if body needs something… which brings me back to the recipe.
I adapted this from Anja Dunk’s recipe of Heartbreak Potato Soup which you can find here. If you want to give someone a hug in the form of food, this is the recipe. I couldn’t find speck anywhere, so after a quick Google search to find out what the hell speck even was, I decided to use bacon instead.
Ingredients (Serves 4-6)
- 1 tablespoon Olive oil
- 7 oz. thick cut Bacon sliced – I like to cut the whole package in half, stack the slices, cut lengthwise down the middle and then slice it horizontally to get smaller pieces, but slicing bacon is your prerogative. You do you.
- 2 large Leeks thinly sliced (white and green parts)
- 3 large Carrots peeled and diced
- 3 oz. Pitted dates
- 1 lb. Russet potatoes peeled and diced
- 2 32 ounce Vegetable broth
- 3 Bay leaves
- 1 tablespoon dried Marjoram
- 1 tablespoon crushed Rosemary
- 1 teaspoon Thyme (I used my lemon thyme)
- Salt & Pepper to taste
- Parsley for garnish
- Heat a medium sized Dutch oven or heavy bottomed pot to medium-high heat. Add oil and bacon to pot and cook bacon down for about 4 minutes.
- Add leeks and carrot to pot for 5 minutes or until the leeks start to become translucent.
- Add broth, bay leaf, marjoram, rosemary, thyme, dates and potatoes to the pan, cover and bring to the boil. Once boiling, remove the lid and simmer for 15-20 minutes, until the potatoes are cooked through.
- Smash just under half of the potatoes in the soup to give it a creamy texture. Texture dependent on how thick you want it vs. how brothy you like it.
- Add salt and pepper to taste
- Garnish with parsley