With snow coming in fast from Minnesota, I had no plans to leave Mathom House this morning. It was soup day.
I still had squash from Seymour's farmers market. Squash is a wonderful vegetable that stores beautifully, but it is December, time to cook it. I had delicious squash soup at Sissy's and thought that would be the best thing to make. Sandy told me a little about the recipe but I have a terrible memory so all I remembered was that it contained chicken broth and I had plenty of that in the cupboard.
No problem, I could Google a recipe. However, when I began to search through the many recipes I found that all required butternut squash and chicken broth, that was certain, but all the recipes required items I didn't have on hand. As usual, I would be making up my own version, using this and that.
I was supposed to core, peel and cube the squash and boil it, but I like baking it because it is so much easier to peel plus the oven warms up the house. After about 90 minutes the squash was done. I put it in a pan with two cans of chicken broth and a chopped up onion. I remembered that some of the recipes called for garlic. I didn't have that but I had some garlic and pepper powder that Gary puts on almost everything. I added a liberal dose. Marjoram would add something, I thought That went in, too.
I let that simmer for a couple of hours then remembered something about cream cheese. Eight ounces went into the pot for another hour of simmering.
Finally, I was supposed to put it all through a blender but mine broke a few years ago. I tried a hand mixer but the soup was still lumpy. I found a battery operated hand held blender in the back of a drawer and used that instead (miracle of miracles, the batteries were still good) until the soup was smooth.
The soup was wonderful, smooth and so rich it was like eggnog. I divided it into smaller portions to freeze.
Then I went out to shovel snow.
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Old cat Rascal has been sleeping under the Christmas tree. When he wakes up refreshed and feeling like a kitten, he bats ornaments off the trees. But I know his tricks by now, so all the decorations he can reach are unbreakable. Re-decorating is my first job of the morning.
I still had squash from Seymour's farmers market. Squash is a wonderful vegetable that stores beautifully, but it is December, time to cook it. I had delicious squash soup at Sissy's and thought that would be the best thing to make. Sandy told me a little about the recipe but I have a terrible memory so all I remembered was that it contained chicken broth and I had plenty of that in the cupboard.
No problem, I could Google a recipe. However, when I began to search through the many recipes I found that all required butternut squash and chicken broth, that was certain, but all the recipes required items I didn't have on hand. As usual, I would be making up my own version, using this and that.
I was supposed to core, peel and cube the squash and boil it, but I like baking it because it is so much easier to peel plus the oven warms up the house. After about 90 minutes the squash was done. I put it in a pan with two cans of chicken broth and a chopped up onion. I remembered that some of the recipes called for garlic. I didn't have that but I had some garlic and pepper powder that Gary puts on almost everything. I added a liberal dose. Marjoram would add something, I thought That went in, too.
I let that simmer for a couple of hours then remembered something about cream cheese. Eight ounces went into the pot for another hour of simmering.
Finally, I was supposed to put it all through a blender but mine broke a few years ago. I tried a hand mixer but the soup was still lumpy. I found a battery operated hand held blender in the back of a drawer and used that instead (miracle of miracles, the batteries were still good) until the soup was smooth.
The soup was wonderful, smooth and so rich it was like eggnog. I divided it into smaller portions to freeze.
Then I went out to shovel snow.
----
Old cat Rascal has been sleeping under the Christmas tree. When he wakes up refreshed and feeling like a kitten, he bats ornaments off the trees. But I know his tricks by now, so all the decorations he can reach are unbreakable. Re-decorating is my first job of the morning.
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