Susan's Scribblings the Blog

  I cleaned the kitchen a few days ago, but this morning I caught the sunlight bouncing off a cobweb under a chair.  Isn’t a cobweb a strange concept?  A spider spins a spider web, so I assume a cob spins a cobweb.  That was one fast cob, too.  Makes me look bad, too, to have cobwebs under my kitchen chair, especially when I just cleaned.

Cobwebs in visual media like television and the movies symbolize unused creepy homes or neglected hidden rooms.  My kitchen is not part of that category.  In fact, I just finished a gigantic pot of lentil soup in my cobwebby kitchen (which I had to delay in order to remove said cobwebs from the chair).  The recipe came from a magazine a few years ago, and I’ve made this soup quite a few times.  It contains vegetable stock, carrots, onions, cumin, tomatoes and baby spinach.  I doubled the recipe to give some to a friend, and I wasn’t sure it would all fit into the huge dutch oven I had chosen, but the spinach shrank suitably and I wound up with two big containers and a bowl for a week’s worth for myself.  Not bad for an hour in the kitchen: an hour and ten minutes if you count my cobweb removing duties.