The holidays are over. The days are short. It's cold outside...well, it was before today's freak "warm snap". I suppose all these things contributed to my hunger for a really good soup. I searched the internet and found a couple that sounded good, were a little different from our normal fare, and contained ingredients my family might actually eat. Apparently, I didn't read the recipe closely enough...If I had I would've known this was no Monday night project.
Parker was doing homework at the kitchen bar when I started roasting the red bell peppers. When he finished and left to watch TV, I was still on step 3 (scrape off the blackened peel of the peppers with your fingernails). Hillary came home from pre-season track practice and I was on step 5 (mince fresh cilantro leaves). She took a shower, then started her homework. I squeezed a lime into the sour cream and whisked it together with more cilantro. By this time, I must've looked kind of bad. As I lay in the floor to stretch my back while the onions and garlic sauted, Hillary said (in her cheerful way) "Want to just order a pizza?" Thankfully, the knife was out of my reach. She left to pick up her dad from the gym and I simmered....I mean, the soup simmered.
Step 53...Ladle soup into blender in small portions and puree.
Parker sauntered into the kitchen. "What are we having?" he asked. "Cream of Roasted Red Bell Pepper Soup with Roasted Corn and Lime Cilantro Sour Cream," I replied in a monotone voice as I ladled some into a bowl for him to try. He swallowed a spoonful and said...nothing. Not a good sign. Hillary and Yancey came in. I forced a spoonful on them. Yancy said...nothing...just swallowed with a thoughtful look on his face. "Did you make the corn muffins?" he finally said. Hillary had been rummaging in the fridge. "It's good with cheese in it!" she chirped.
My family is extremely supportive when I get a wild hair and try things like this. They smile and encourage and eat the whole thing. But they'd be just as happy if I didn't try so hard. One night, not too long ago, we were on our way home from school when Parker asked me what we were having for supper. Feeling guilty because this was a crazy weeknight with all of us going in different directions I said, "I'm sorry, but it's just going to be a 'fend for yourself' night." He did a little arm pump and said, "Yessss! Cereal!" I wonder if foodnetwork.com has a recipe for that?
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2 comments:
mom, i'm leaving you a comment. i would tell you how funny this is and say something about my sympathy for you...but i've already told you everything in person cuz...well...you're right behind me (NOT PEEKING HOPEFULLY!!) i love you mom, especially when you cover your eyes and put your head down so you cant see the slightly pointless comment i'm leaving you! okay, now your mad that its too long. GOODNESS THERES NO PLEASING YOU WOMAN!!!!!
ps-PLUS i just set up a google account for you I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!!
I can not believe you tried to cook something so major on a week night!!! R U kiddin me?? However, I know how you feel. Tonight I got home (after Jon mind you) cooked dinner with Gracie's help, unloaded the dishwasher, fixed everyone's plates, fixed the kids' drinks, and had everything all on the table before I called them. I then left to go to the bathroom and while in the bathroom all I hear was crying, Lexi didn't like what we were having, and Gracie didn't like the seat she was sitting in. Then Jon complained that I asked him to turn off the tv. I felt so apreciated. I wanted to say, "Your welcome for not coming home and sitting in front of the tv ignorning everyone like I wanted to, and instead cooked dinner for all of you ungreatful people." Don't you love being a mom?
RU going to the game on Friday at home? I am assuming it's a boys game. Do the girl's play then? I am too lazy to get up and look at the calendar right now. Talk to ya soon.
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