Otherwise known as the reason my tongue and roof of my mouth were burned for 10 days straight.
I really have no patience when it comes to a steaming bowl of soup in front of my face.
It’s odd that I went with a vegetarian soup here, because my initial motivation for soup making was a desire to make homemade chicken stock again. I had a chicken carcass, a thyme bundle, and a couple of Parmesan rinds hanging out in my fridge. What else was I supposed to do??
Note: I don’t actually hang on to chicken carcasses. The timing of this one just worked out quite well.
I did the chicken stock in my slow cooker- chicken, thyme, parsley, celery/carrots/onion, garlic, Parm rinds, and filled it to the brim with water. Cooked it on low for about 8 hours, and then strained it. Perfection.
Then we throw a bunch of healthy stuff in a pot!
1 sweet onion, chopped
3 stalks celery, chopped
about 1 cup carrots, chopped (I used baby carrots)
3-4 cloves garlic, minced
16 oz can crushed tomatoes
2 cups chopped kale
1 can garbanzo beans
1 can kidney beans
1 head cauliflower, chopped
2 teaspoons Italian seasoning
Start with a little olive oil, stir all this stuff around and season with salt and pepper, then pour your stock in it. You can also make this with pre-made chicken stock or vegetable stock (I would do 2 boxes!) Let it sit on the stove and simmer on low for at least an hour.
I cooked the pasta separately (ditalini, but any small pasta will work) so that I could add it to each bowl. Nothing worse than soggy pasta in your soup.
This was the point where I was doing 57 other things in my apartment (usual behavior) and left in a rush to go teach Body Pump. I was about halfway to the gym when I realized I had left the stove on.
I immediately called the GS, who was at the golf course at the time, and said YOU NEED TO GO TO MY APARTMENT RIGHT NOW AND TURN OFF THE STOVE.
I think pulling a man off the golf course to do a household chore might constitute a break-up in some relationships. I’m a lucky lady.
His response: “Are you sure you left the stove on? Sometimes you think you do things like that, but you’re not a forgetful person.” Yeah, I was pretty sure I left it on.
Then, “It literally can’t start a fire. You have an electric stove. Worst case scenario, the bottom of your soup is a little burned.”
This was still an unacceptable outcome.
He may have taken his sweet time getting back to my apartment to rectify my mistake. I’ll never know, I was probably mid-squat track by then, worries lost in a haze of exercise-induced endorphins.
And my soup didn’t burn. So all is right with the world.