Soup Saga
Seems this winter has worn on long enough...can I get an "Amen" for that? And meal planning around warm comfort foods has also worn somewhat thin at our house. We have probably made 10 gallons of chili, 10 gallons of vegetable beef soup and 5 gallons of cheeseburger soup, which are our favorites, plus the occasional bowl of tomato or potato soup. Basically we are just tired of the same old same old stuff! And yet, it is still soup weather and appears that it will be for some time to come! Spring doesn't seem in any hurry to show its face!
Last weekend we were in Valentine for the Heart City Jackpot. A lady from the Nebraska Adoptive and Foster Care Parents support group sold concessions at our shoot. On Sunday she made white chicken chili. Now I've heard of it and seen recipes for it, but in my little square box chili must be made from beef with a tomato base and red beans for it to be real chili.
Robbi set up her concessions for breakfast and put that soup on to simmer for lunch....Oh my word! Those of us who were working in the scoring office had to smell that soup and watch people flocking over to it, and we were becoming concerned that it might be sold out before we got there. It smelled heavenly. Well God smiled on us, and the soup held out for us, so we were able to enjoy a savory bowl of white chicken chili! It was to die for!
This week Mike decided that we needed to try to make this white chicken chili. Sounded good to me, and while we were in the mess, I planned to make yet another couple gallons of vegetable beef soup. (I freezes well and just happens to be my favorite!)
So this morning, after a trip to the store for supplies, we embarked on our project and settled into a comfortable routine in the kitchen. Mike's efforts were for the chicken chili and I was busy chopping veggies for the vegetable soup. Things were humming right along and we were chit chatting and enjoying our time together.
One ingredient in the chili was whipping cream. I wasn't really paying that much attention to what he was doing but he kept grousing about that whipping cream and wondering how that was going to taste in the recipe. Like I said, I was chopping veggies and thought better of saying, "Well it's a cream-based soup, what else would you use?"
Fortunately, I looked up to see what he was doing just as he was ready to plop a half cup of "whipped topping" into the soup. I yelled, "STOP!", and was apparently pretty convincing in my tone of voice as he looked at me with that deer in the headlights look and froze! Saved by a nose...no whipped topping in the soup!
So I explained the difference between whipped topping and whipping cream, which he basically knows, just misunderstood what the recipe was calling for. The soup was saved and we had a good laugh about it.
I have to give credit where credit is due. Mike was the oldest in his family with three younger sisters and a brother who was more like a son than a brother, so his mother never taught him to cook anything. She had the girls for that. He was his dad's right hand man and much more adept at outdoor work and chores. Then we had three girls ourselves who were fairly handy in the kitchen so he never felt it necessary to learn to cook...he had all the cooks he needed.
But life has a way of taking some strange turns, and now that the kids are gone and I am still working, he has been left with the cooking much more than ever before. He has done very well. Mike is the breakfast chef at our house, most days putting on bacon and eggs. He makes a wonderful taco salad, can grill about anything that could be grilled and can put the sides along with it and time it all to come out about the same time. And his white chicken chili is awesome!
Yeah, I know...I'm a lucky gal!
Last weekend we were in Valentine for the Heart City Jackpot. A lady from the Nebraska Adoptive and Foster Care Parents support group sold concessions at our shoot. On Sunday she made white chicken chili. Now I've heard of it and seen recipes for it, but in my little square box chili must be made from beef with a tomato base and red beans for it to be real chili.
Robbi set up her concessions for breakfast and put that soup on to simmer for lunch....Oh my word! Those of us who were working in the scoring office had to smell that soup and watch people flocking over to it, and we were becoming concerned that it might be sold out before we got there. It smelled heavenly. Well God smiled on us, and the soup held out for us, so we were able to enjoy a savory bowl of white chicken chili! It was to die for!
This week Mike decided that we needed to try to make this white chicken chili. Sounded good to me, and while we were in the mess, I planned to make yet another couple gallons of vegetable beef soup. (I freezes well and just happens to be my favorite!)
So this morning, after a trip to the store for supplies, we embarked on our project and settled into a comfortable routine in the kitchen. Mike's efforts were for the chicken chili and I was busy chopping veggies for the vegetable soup. Things were humming right along and we were chit chatting and enjoying our time together.
One ingredient in the chili was whipping cream. I wasn't really paying that much attention to what he was doing but he kept grousing about that whipping cream and wondering how that was going to taste in the recipe. Like I said, I was chopping veggies and thought better of saying, "Well it's a cream-based soup, what else would you use?"
Fortunately, I looked up to see what he was doing just as he was ready to plop a half cup of "whipped topping" into the soup. I yelled, "STOP!", and was apparently pretty convincing in my tone of voice as he looked at me with that deer in the headlights look and froze! Saved by a nose...no whipped topping in the soup!
So I explained the difference between whipped topping and whipping cream, which he basically knows, just misunderstood what the recipe was calling for. The soup was saved and we had a good laugh about it.
I have to give credit where credit is due. Mike was the oldest in his family with three younger sisters and a brother who was more like a son than a brother, so his mother never taught him to cook anything. She had the girls for that. He was his dad's right hand man and much more adept at outdoor work and chores. Then we had three girls ourselves who were fairly handy in the kitchen so he never felt it necessary to learn to cook...he had all the cooks he needed.
But life has a way of taking some strange turns, and now that the kids are gone and I am still working, he has been left with the cooking much more than ever before. He has done very well. Mike is the breakfast chef at our house, most days putting on bacon and eggs. He makes a wonderful taco salad, can grill about anything that could be grilled and can put the sides along with it and time it all to come out about the same time. And his white chicken chili is awesome!
Yeah, I know...I'm a lucky gal!
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