Slow Cooker Sausage & Bean Soup

Slow Cooker Black Bean Soup
Occasionally, weekend to-do lists are meant to be ignored, Poldark reruns supplant afternoon football and a simple crock pot soup is all that is needed. Ah, lazy Sundays – nap optional.

Slow Cooker Black Bean Soup


Ingredients

  • 4 garlic cloves, smashed
  • 1 onion, chopped
  • 2 cups dried black beans
  • 2 Tablespoon rosemary, minced
  • 6 cups beef stock or water
  • 2 cups thinly sliced carrots
  • 2 cups Portuguese or Andouille sausage, diced and sautéed
  • 2 cups spinach (optional)
  • Salt and pepper
  • Sour cream

Directions

  1. Cook garlic and onion in oil in a slow cooker on high for 30 minutes.
  2. Add beans, 4 cups stock and rosemary, stir, and cook on high for an additional 4-6 hours.
  3. Add carrots and sausage and cook for another 1-2 hours.
  4. Add spinach (if using) and cook 1-2 minutes until wilted. Season with salt and pepper.
  5. Serve with sour cream.

Impetus

Today, I’m playing hooky from work, opting instead to watch the rain through the back windows, slurping coffee from a never-ending mug, writing and reading. The back door is open – I love the smell of rain, especially after a long, dusty summer.  Perhaps, at some point, I’ll gather the impetus to get some things done, but, for right now, I’m enjoying my lazy autumn afternoon.

Slug

I feel like crap.  I’m sluggish and sleepy.  I can’t get out of my bed in the morning.  I sit, zombie- like, in front of the TV at night.  My skin’s ashen, my head hurts and I’m stiff and achy.  I feel fat – not just fat – bloated and fat. 

And I know why…

Juggling school, work and life has forced me to place my healthier lifestyle on a back-back burner.  I practiced yoga religiously three times a week – Tuesday, Thursday and Friday.  You couldn’t pull me away from my practice for anything.  It’s been weeks since I’ve stepped inside the studio.  I’d walk and jog on the weekends – up and down and around my neighborhood.  I’m lucky if I fit in a 20-minute stroll.  I was eating well – lots of water, veggies, fruits and proteins.  Today, I shove whatever passes my face into my mouth.  I eat what I can, when I can.  If we make cheesy goodness in class, I eat cheesy goodness (or pastry, or richness or whatever else is on the menu).

I feel the difference – I hate it.  I’m reverting to the soft person I once was.  I’m weaker and tired and yuck!  What happens when school is over?  Do I have to start this journey all over again?  Oh, I can’t stand the thought.