I channeled my weirdness into soup today. I felt like soup would be a yummy meal for sick kids, and also something I’d feel good about making. So I ordered some groceries, most importantly 12 big tomatoes, and paid the few dollars to have them brought express. They came well within the appropriate range of time I needed to be able to roast the veggies, cook them down, blend them up, strain the hunks out, and serve. Easy peasy.
So I got into it. Tomatoes on pans. Garlic cloves, unpeeled, on top of each tomato. I threw a red pepper in there. Let it roast. It smelled amazing.
I let them cool a little while I sautéed some onions and oregano. Nothing fancy at ALL. Then I peeled the garlic and added it, as well as the tomatoes, peppers, and some veggie broth as well. Thankfully snagged a couple missed tomato stickers that I cooked 😅
Soup simmered and when it was ready to be blended, I realized the whole thing had to COOL first or it would anger my blender to the point of no return. *sigh* So I improvised.
It didn’t take too long before it was nicely cooled off. My blender made quick work of it, and then I stirred it through a sieve and got it back on the stove to get it back up to heat. A little cream and salt and pepper, and it was ready. Garlic toast on the side finished it off. Boom. Easy.
It was good to have something to work on that was positive and not difficult today. As the soup did its thing, I worked on other projects – harder projects – but I could always step back and stir the soup, smell the smells, and settle my heart.
Who would’ve ever thought I’d find solace in cooking?