Newsletter and Soup’s on

I will periodically be  publishing a  newsletter. My hope is to provide some interesting topics in Psychiatry and Psychotherapy. I will also be discussing lighter topics on occasion to mix it up a little.  I find the fall to be a time for change, hence my now publishing a newsletter.   The summer has come and gone. I see the leaves changing on the trees. The white hydrangeas start to go from white to pink and finally a deeper rose color. The grass begins to brown. It all signals the fall season is coming. I generally start making soups in the fall. A new favorite soup of mine is a squash soup with Massaman curry and coconut milk. Massaman curry is a rich and flavorful Thai curry that is mildly spicy. I will post the recipe for the soup later in this posting. Soup can be deeply comforting at times. We have an expression that chicken soup is like “Jewish penicillin.” I don’t think that there is a time when I am sick that I don’t want chicken soup.  So why is soup so magical?

Potato, Potata

The origin of soup is debatable. One source said it originated in 20,000 B.C. The first soup was hippopotamus soup.  Soup was designed to keep one full and aid in digestive enzymes. During illness because it is liquid it helps to keep us hydrated. Maybe when the winter months came and less abundance of crops were to be had it helped keep people alive? I honestly don’t know but there is plenty to learn from how food was prepared many years ago. Cantonese culture makes soup a first course and Friday night’s at the sabbath dinner table, Matzoh ball soup is the second course after the blessing of the challah and wine. It clearly is part of many traditions and cultures.

Here come’s the Soup

I find soup comforting and a way to have a meal that seems less fussy. Sure it has to be made, but once it is done it can easily be stored for days in the refrigerator. I enjoy making soup because it leaves my house with wonderful aromas. I especially enjoy coming home and smelling a slow cooking soup when I first walk through the door. During the fall finding what brings us good feelings can be helpful as we head into the darker months of the year. Walking, gathering with friends or cooking can help us feel more connected.  My hope is to stay more connected  through my “new newsletter.” 

Here is the recipe I promised:

(please do not eat if you are allergic or sensitive to any of the ingredients)

Squash your choice, I used butternut and buttercup. I did not peel it, but remove seeds.

1/2 large Onion 

3 Carrots

4 Cloves of garlic 

One can full fat coconut milk

One small can Massaman curry paste or less if you want less heat.  

One chicken broth box

3/4 cup lentils (I used red lentils this time)

Salt ( I didn’t salt it but up to you)

 

Cut the squash into large chunks along with the carrots. Slice the onion and mince garlic. I sautéed everything together until they were soft and garlic added flavor. Transfer to crockpot. Add the coconut milk, Curry paste and chicken broth. After it heats up a little I add the lentils. I cooked on high for two hours and then put down to low for three hours. You could do on high for four hours straight or eight on low, depending on how you want to cook it.  Then use a hand mixer (I used an immersion blender) to blend everything together.  Here is mine with  some Chinese broccoli.   

 

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It’s All Greek to Me

I seemed to get away from blogging this last year as life took me in some new directions. I still have my private practice and have focused almost entirely on psychotherapy. I now only provide online services and I also had personal matters to attend to.  One of those matters was getting my only child off to college. My son decided to head off to college out of state. This left me with mixed emotions. On the one hand. I was excited that he had decided to venture out of state  while the majority of his friends stayed close by. On the other hand I knew this meant less visits home.  He was ready to “fly.” He reminded me of myself at that age. I chose to go to college in Boston while most of my friends went to the University of Maine. What made this most difficult for me was how hard it would be to send him off on his new adventure. I knew that I wanted nothing more than for him to have an exciting life, but it would also mean redefining myself as “not someone’s mother.” Basically, I was out of a job. I had focused so much on him for the last 18 years that I had almost lost track of how to live as my previous self. Where had this “previously enjoyed” woman gone?  Could I find her again? Could I bring her back to life?

Who will I become?

 The question I had to ask myself was, “who am I if I’m not his mother anymore?” Of  course, I’m still his mother, but I’m not the mother that he needs like he needed in the past. He no longer needs me to tell him what to do or how to do laundry or make scrambled eggs. He’s now a man.  He is still my son, but who am I and  and who will I become. I’m not exactly old, but I’m not the young woman I was when I became a mother.  I am much smarter now about life, less anxious and  I find myself enjoying the quiet in my home.  

Hello, it’s your mother calling…pick up!

The first two weeks he was away at college my son was very busy,  so there was not much time to even catch up. I wanted to know how his classes were.  He seemed to think I was like a mosquito buzzing around his head that he wanted to get rid of.  What made matters worse for me was the “local mothers” kept going back to the dorm  room and bringing all kinds of things.  I could not do that living so far away but I would not have.  It was time to let go. It was time to let him figure out what he needed without me “making suggestions.”

It’s good to feel good

After several weeks of him being gone, I can finally say that I feel like we’re both headed in the right direction.  I’m not sure why it hit me so hard. I might have been in denial all summer because I didn’t seem to be bothered by his going away. I think what was the most difficult for me was imagining my life back as a childless woman. I was no longer childless by definition, but my life would revert back to a previous time.  While, I relished being on my own for many years, it was very enriching to  become a mother.  It was the hardest and best thing I have ever done.   My life became more full than I could ever have  imagined.    Last night on our weekly call he told me he  wants to come home this weekend, and while I’m fine with it,  I’m already picturing my house being a mess again, a pile of laundry on the floor, and all my favorite cold drinks gone before I get one sip. 

Napoli, Napoli, Napoli

Last spring I traveled to southern to Italy. It was the most amazing trip I have ever been on and my plan is to  go back within the next year.  I was there while a championship  soccer match was evolving. Napoli had never won, and I had the good fortune of witnessing history.  Napoli had a history changing event.   As I navigate my own life changing event, I know I will find the calmer waters.