The backyard garden is where I used to play but now it's home to tomatoes, okra, beets, onions, peppers, lots of peppers and probably corn or green beans. The soil oozes with vintage shards of pottery and sun antiqued glass that has turned purple or green that I collect after the rain. I love this place! It's the land that my dad has tended for years. Sometimes the inheritance of peppers is more than I can handle but the thought of losing the farmer who hand picked them makes me want to cook.
Peppers are washed, seeded and chopped along with one onion. Stir fry in a cast iron skillet until it looks good. Cooking with memories on your mind will yield no recipe, things must be measured by feel. Set peppers aside, giving them two big sniffs to absorb into your mood. Peel and chop three sweet potatoes and boil until soft in chicken or vegetable broth.
Blend the peppers, chicken broth and sweet potatoes together. Serve warm, preferably alone, eat slowly.
"It is good to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presences may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought." ~James Douglas-Down Shoe Lane~
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