Rainy morning ... all wonderfully drizzly and gray.
The boys let me sleep late so, here I am, at NINE am.
Pure cashmere, if you will.
(Do not tell, but I was actually awake and just hiding in my room reading! OMG I am so "bad.")
Drizzly days are perfect for soup and soup we got!
Potato Leek Soup, to be exact.
(You're gonna hate me for the following recipe, but I so rarely gloat.)
(Above mentioned notwithstanding.)
Go out to your garden and pick some potatoes that you grew.
Then you pick some leeks that your grew.
Then you pick some onion greens that you grew.
Then you cut some herbs that you grew like sage and parsley.
Then you milk your cow and make some cream.
I bought some potatoes because I think I did something wrong in the potato growing. (More on that later.)
But we, Finn and I, did pick leeks and onion greens and herbs.
Peel the potatoes and chop them up however, but not too big.
Clean, clean, clean all your onions and leeks and chop them up too.
Get your big soup pot and put a blob of butter or oil (or both) in the bottom and add the potatoes and veggies. Let them saute around, stirring frequently, until they are a bit brown and sticky.
Now add enough veggie broth (or chikkin, I guess) to cover them up by about a couple of inches and bring to a boil.
Turn down the heat to a good, thick simmer and cook for 40 minutes. I put the lid on, but you can do whatever you want. Just make sure the liquid doesn't burn away and screw everything up.
When the bell tolls (for thee), turn off the heat and blender that soup right on up. You can use an immersion blender right in the pot, or a regular blender, or a food processor. Just mix it all up so that it's nice and creamy.
Put it back in the pot and add cream. However much you want. I like a lot, needless to say.
You can also use half/half, or evaporated milk, or just milk, but I like cream best. Oh, if you have some sour cream you can put that it too. You just want the shit to be creamy.
Mix all that up and pour into bowls.
Finely chop all your herbs up and sprinkle them on top.
Then go climb in bed and read your super creepy book: We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver.
I simply cannot put it down.
It is sooooooo well-written and soooooo creepy and sad.
Sorry for the slacker recipe and all.
Make the soup and you'll forget all about how slackery I am.