Kale, sausage, and white bean soup

What do you think of when you hear the word wild? 

You might think of Reese Witherspoon as Cheryl Strayed, which is totally fine. Or you might think of Artemis running through the Greek la-la lands with her bow and arrow, and that's fine too. For whatever reason, the wild has been on the brain, and I'm here to blog about it. 

Part of the reason might be because of my new addiction to hot yoga. Before hot yoga, I would not consider myself a sweaty person. In a hot yoga classroom it's impossible not to be. There are moments, like warrior 3 or hunkered in goddess, when the sweat drippy drops down my arms and I feel so natural and so IN TUNE with how my body is supposed to function. It's GROSS but COOL. 

I've also been reading lots of excerpts from Women Who Run With the Wolves, which is likely another contributing factor to my latest obsession. I just finished the chapter on creativity and it was delightful. According to Clarissa Pinkola Estes, the author creativity is not an option. It is something we must do when our love for something is overflowing. It need not be a person (though broken-hearted songwriters do quite well when it is), but it can be an idea, image, or land. It can be a word. 

And thus, when are were so inspired, a sort of "wildness" consumes us. Dr. Estes says:

Women's eyes flash as they create, their words lilt, their faces flush with life, their very hair seems to shine al the more. They are excited by the idea, aroused by the possibilities, impassioned by the very thought, and at that point, like the great river, they are meant to flow outward and continuously on their own unparalleled creative path. That is the way women feel fulfilled.


The leaves have been inspirational, and coming home from yoga (already feeling animalistic), and seeing the leftovers from the trees has made me obsessive. I'm bookmarking soup recipes up the wazoo. I'm standing over saucepans of mulled wine while listening to Fleet Foxes. I haven't had a pumpkin spice latte yet, but I plan on doing so when the moment is just right.  Until then, I'll make soups. 

The act of making soups inspires both a sense of creativity and femininity. I can't help but a feel a bit maternal as I nurture a soup, is that weird? I don't think so. A good soup recipe combines lots of textures and flavors. This one does the trick; it's got kale for a plant factor, parmesan for cream, pillowy soft northern beans, canned tomatoes for acid's sake, and some ground turkey for the heavy lifting. The real treat is the process. Standing over the pot 5pm on a Sunday eve is cozy and inspiring.  A little creative exercise, if you will. It's finding inspiration, gathering the tools, creating, watching, loving, relishing, and feeling very very wild. 

kale, sausage, and white bean soup

in a large pot, heat the oil over medium heat. chop and add the onion and cook until lightly browned and translucent, or about five minutes. Chop the carrots and add to pot. Cook for three minutes. Mince the garlic and add the the pot, and cook for one more minute. 

Add the white wine to deglaze and then add the sausage, stirring to break up the meat. Add the spices and salt and pepper to taste. Continue cooking until the turkey is just browned. 

Add the chicken broth and tomatoes (along with their juices). Bring to a boil and then allow the soup to simmer for ten minutes. Chop the kale into pieces. Add the kale and beans and cook for another 12 minutes, or until the kale is tender.

Taste and add spices accordingly. Serve with parmesan cheese, and crusty bread, if desired. 




olive oil

1 half onion 

3 cloves garlic

2 carrots

1/4 cup dry white wine

8 ounces turkey sausage

2 tablespoons italian seasoning (I used dried oregano, basil, and thyme)

2 teaspoons red pepper flakes

salt and pepper to taste

3 cups chicken broth

1 12-ounce canned diced tomatoes 

3 large bunches of kale

1 12-ounce can northern beans 

parmesan to garnish 


- stay cozy AND RUN WILD!!!!!!!!!!