I made soup today. It was a lentil soup with carrots and onions and garlic and swiss chard, topped with minted yogurt. While it was simmering, I went out for my first run in about ten months. (I’ve gained about 5 pounds since I quit smoking 40 days ago, and I don’t like how those five pounds feel. They’ve got to go!)
I took it easy – ran a minute, walked a minute, ran a minute, and so on – along a bike path that goes through a meadow at the Experimental Farm. The meadow smelled good. Then I came home, feeling very pleased with myself, only to feel doubly pleased with myself when I walked through the door and smelled the soup simmering on the stove.
I felt so damned virtuous making soup and going for a run!
Speaking of virtue and things that smell good, check this out: