Soup in every language
It's been a week since I last posted, and the burden of blog guilt has convinced me I should write an entry on what I'm doing right now:
Eating soup.
I love soup. Seriously, what makes soup so great? When given the choice of soup or salad, I will nearly always soup it. I even ate a lot of dining hall soup in college, something that a lot of the faint-of-hearts avoided. What were your favorite dining hall soups? Let me see if I can remember some of mine... There was Genoan Minestrone, of course. And it was at Stanford that I was introduced to the joy of Matzoh Ball Soup. I know there were others that I would gladly eat whenever offered, but I can't remember them right now. Colleenie was another Stanford soup eater. The dining hall always had two soup options a day and, funnily enough, Colleenie and I never ate the same soup. She was always of the Chili Corn and Roasted Red Pepper persuasion. The soup war actually became quite polarized between us. We kept trying to recruit allies (unsuccessfully) to gang up on each other with. I don't think there was a single dining hall soup that we both liked, although there were some that we mutually avoided. Like Albondigas Soup. Did anyone eat that one? Colleenie has the diplomacy to suggest that in the wide world of soup there probably exists one that we would both like, just not in the sampling of the Stanford dining halls. She's probably right.
In the past four weeks, I've made three different soups. Soups from around the world. The first was a french soup, Soupe au Pistou, from a cookbook Zoe gave me. It was so good! Anything served with a dollop of pesto (food of the gods) on top is guaranteed a spot at the top of my list! The next week was Puerto Rican Black Bean Soup. That was pretty good too, though I'm not sure if I'll make it again. Last week I had off, and this week features a Thai Lemongrass & Coconut Milk Soup. It is SOOO good. More than anything, this soup is reconciling me to fish sauce. It's like my favorite soup at Thai restaurants. (Naturally, I replaced the chicken with tofu, broccoli, and bell peppers.)
I'm not sure what's caused this recent proliferation of soup. It probably has to do with the soup pot I got about a month ago. I've been lucky, and have always lived with roomies who already had most of the necessary household effects. So I've managed to go through life so far without many of the important kitchen things. (Instead, I've accumulated the fun kitchen things.) But, though my new roommate has most of the essentials, he doesn't have a big soup pot. Given my love of soup, I obviously had to invest in one. I was thrilled to discover one on amazon with an $80 discount. Before it came, I kept making Lillian laugh at me while we were in the field with statements like "I hope my pot comes today!" I tried to rephrase with "my big pot", but that didn't help either. Happily, it did come that day, and I have been putting it through its paces ever since!!
(See, this is what happens when guilt, rather than inspiration, motivates my blogs.)
Eating soup.
I love soup. Seriously, what makes soup so great? When given the choice of soup or salad, I will nearly always soup it. I even ate a lot of dining hall soup in college, something that a lot of the faint-of-hearts avoided. What were your favorite dining hall soups? Let me see if I can remember some of mine... There was Genoan Minestrone, of course. And it was at Stanford that I was introduced to the joy of Matzoh Ball Soup. I know there were others that I would gladly eat whenever offered, but I can't remember them right now. Colleenie was another Stanford soup eater. The dining hall always had two soup options a day and, funnily enough, Colleenie and I never ate the same soup. She was always of the Chili Corn and Roasted Red Pepper persuasion. The soup war actually became quite polarized between us. We kept trying to recruit allies (unsuccessfully) to gang up on each other with. I don't think there was a single dining hall soup that we both liked, although there were some that we mutually avoided. Like Albondigas Soup. Did anyone eat that one? Colleenie has the diplomacy to suggest that in the wide world of soup there probably exists one that we would both like, just not in the sampling of the Stanford dining halls. She's probably right.
In the past four weeks, I've made three different soups. Soups from around the world. The first was a french soup, Soupe au Pistou, from a cookbook Zoe gave me. It was so good! Anything served with a dollop of pesto (food of the gods) on top is guaranteed a spot at the top of my list! The next week was Puerto Rican Black Bean Soup. That was pretty good too, though I'm not sure if I'll make it again. Last week I had off, and this week features a Thai Lemongrass & Coconut Milk Soup. It is SOOO good. More than anything, this soup is reconciling me to fish sauce. It's like my favorite soup at Thai restaurants. (Naturally, I replaced the chicken with tofu, broccoli, and bell peppers.)
I'm not sure what's caused this recent proliferation of soup. It probably has to do with the soup pot I got about a month ago. I've been lucky, and have always lived with roomies who already had most of the necessary household effects. So I've managed to go through life so far without many of the important kitchen things. (Instead, I've accumulated the fun kitchen things.) But, though my new roommate has most of the essentials, he doesn't have a big soup pot. Given my love of soup, I obviously had to invest in one. I was thrilled to discover one on amazon with an $80 discount. Before it came, I kept making Lillian laugh at me while we were in the field with statements like "I hope my pot comes today!" I tried to rephrase with "my big pot", but that didn't help either. Happily, it did come that day, and I have been putting it through its paces ever since!!
(See, this is what happens when guilt, rather than inspiration, motivates my blogs.)
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