Sweet Potato Soup

I’ve been mulling over Robert Frost lately.
You know those two roads that diverged into a yellow wood?
I’ve been pondering their final lines over and over and over again.
I–I took the one less travelled by
and that has made all of the difference.
The one less travelled. Grassy. Wanting wear.
I am entirely enamored by that road. Believe in it firmly.
The dream seeking. The heart following. The heavens opening.
I’m a romantic. A hopeless, hopeless romantic.
I cheer for the underdog, smile over true love, weep heavily across my bed during arguements
(John, darling… you may stop nodding and chuckling now. I was utterly incessed about that last thing over which we scuffled and it most certainly required my heartbreaking dramatics. Don’t you think? Wait. Don’t answer that. ) (P.S. I love you.)
Which is why, though some will refer to the following words as “begging”
I like to consider them “seeking wise and judicial allies” to stand at my side as I await my big break into showbiz.
*(Big break. Hee Hee Haw Haw Haw. I’m seriously sniggling now. The very idea is almost too absurdly romantic for even ME to take seriously. Yet, let’s dream together, shall we? Indeed, together we can stay strong in the face of mocking adversity.)
On Saturday, I recieved an email from the Vita-Mix folks.
It seems I’ve been selected as one of their 12 “Pitch Me” contest finalists.
(Yeehaw! Yahoo! Yippee Doodle!)
The prize, chosen in part by views, comments, and votes
offers a potential slot as their infomercial salesgal.
Potential. Infomercial. Salesgal.
Heaven. Heaven. Fun and Heaven.
I would type more but my fingwers art shakkingg fromn the vwerry thhrrill ovf the thougght.
Of course, to venture over this gleaming, emerald knoll,
I Need Your Vita-Mix Votes.
(2) REGISTER (if you’re not already)
{If you voted for me before, thank you. Unfortunately, the company cleared all semi-finalist votes, so your second vote for me as “finalist” is welcome. The site accepts one total vote per account for the contest, not one per day. Phew. Therefore, once you’ve posted a finalist vote, you’re done! Thank you so much. I can’t win without your support. THANK YOU!}
I suppose, along with the delights expected on a road less travelled by, one also ought to expect some bumps, humps and hiccups. Like, the ones wherein you get to embarrass yourself beyond all human reason. And so, it is with hideous pleasure that I share with you the following…
Embarrassing Admission #1
The photo’s of me contained in this post were taken on a hot day in September by darling friend, Becki.
I was sweating like a bull ox and itching my scalp like a poison-ivy victim.
Within moments of arriving, I was surrounded by a bunch of truant high schoolers who yelled things like:
“Come ‘ere and we’ll give you some cupcakes!”
(Rest your mind. I flatly refused their offer. After all, I’m not naive as to their intended meaning. Any cupcakes proferred by such teenfolk would have most certainly been baked from a box with {gasp!} vegetable oil. Indeed, I shudder.)
Anyhow, the most horrid part of it all is…
I don’t sing.
I mean, other than the godforsaken howl I muster during church services or for my children at bedtime, I don’t sing. And so, for these photo’s, I was vocalizing almost inhuman tones.
Which leads me to…
Embarrassing Admission #2
In November, I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter invited me to join them in an ad campaign. In exchange for an HD Flip Camera, I agreed to videotape myself as a potential subject in their upcoming commercial and new website.
They forgot to mention one.little.thing.
It required singing.
Lots and lots of singing. With Megan Mullally To Gloria Estefan.
(May heaven, and the lingering talent of Michael Jackson, help us all.)
When the company contacted me last week, inviting YOU to WATCH, VOTE & WIN
at the http://www.turnthetubaround.com website
whereupon my full length audition tape will soon be published,
I nearly molted through my body hair.
Yet, it will be there, and so I’d like very much for you to visit, vote, and win one of their wondrous prizes.
I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter is a great product and
I’m tickled to have been part of spreading their word.
(Though I am quite certain this here is the end of the commercial-jingle-singing-career road.)

Sweet Potato Soup
These chilly January months bring both a craving for comfort food, and a desire to eat more healthily. This soup accomplishes both, offering a quick vegetarian meal, which is warm, hearty and so, so wondrous. Served with a touch of cilantro and a side of cheese bread, I promise this is one recipe road you’ll want to return to again and again.
6 cups water
1 Tbsp. brown sugar
1 Tbsp. salt
2 orange sweet potatoes, peeled & diced
2 white sweet potatoes, peeled & diced
1/2 onion, diced
1/2 c. sweet white corn
4 oz. green chili’s
1/2 c. roasted red bell peppers, diced
1/2 c. heavy whipping cream
3 Tbsp. turkey gravy powder
Cilantro to garnish
Fill a large pot with water, sugar, salt, sweet potatoes and onions. Boil until sweet potatoes are softened, about 20 minutes. Add remaining ingredients to pot, stir well and bring just to a boil. Serve immediately, slurping all the while.

You know those two roads that diverged into a yellow wood?
Ages and ages hence, I thought it might be fun to venture into the world of blogging.
What a yellow road it has been.
The path has led me to work with truly talented individuals, given me breathtakingly beautiful opportunities to serve, and a inspired a bounty of hand-crafted recipes which please the palate and the soul.
And…it’s brought me you.
Thank you, dear readers, for following, supporting, voting, commenting, linking, emailing, cheering on.
That has made all the difference.
{Photoshoot outtakes here. Thank you so very, Becki. XO2U, 2!}