Sunday, December 29, 2013

Boring Tomato Soup

It was a Sunday morning and the house was quiet. My 20 year old step son was sleeping in late, my husband, Pants was fishing in the 30 degree weather (likely unsuccessfully)and my uber filthy 6 year old was soaking in the tub.

I decided to experiment.

Typically, people use the term "cook" when they embark on making a feast. Yeah, that's not how you describe what I do. I scavenge through my cupboards and fridge and throw a bunch of crap together in a pan over a flame. I have had some successes with this process, and some awful setbacks, but I have never mastered the art of soup. I don't really like it. Soup isn't dense enough, doesn't fill up my gullet the way food should, but what else did I have to do? Help bathe my son? He doesn't need me for that anymore. He needs me for a lot, but not that. He needs me to feed him.

So,I gave soup a whirl.

Pants hates tomatoes, so the challenge really got me going. He attributes his auto-gag reflex to having a rotton tomato fight with some neighbor kids during his youth and never really got over the consistency or the smell as it pummeled his face.

I found a can of mashed tomatoes and started with that. Aren't I a nice wifey? I also chopped garlic, red onions, I got some pine nuts (very expensive unless you buy in bulk and even then those bad boys cost almost as much as a mortgage payment, but I love them. You can't stop me, but you can stop yourself by using other nuts like cashews or walnuts or pecans), I opened a can of unsweetened coconut milk and grabbed two handfuls of already-chopped and washed carrots - hey, I don't have time to wash and peel. I got mushy tomato soup to make for my tomato-hatin' ball and chain.


Saute the pine nuts, onions and garlic and then throw into a food processor with the rancid mashed tomatoes and cooked carrots until soup-like consistency... and don't worry about waking any late sleepers. This beast is loud. Then throw in a can of coconut milk into a saucepan and add a bunch of friggin great spices. Take the food processor concoction and add that bad boy into the coconut milk saucepan craziness.. Add Tobasco when the family isn't looking. Hey, look at the blue bird out the window. They are so pesky and annoying. Keep looking at it. I think it's looking back at you and thinking the same thing.

Add Tajin. I love Tajin. Did I mention I love Tajin? Find it, buy it in bulk, stock pile this shizz and use it in everything. Add Tajin like a boss:
Then cook this cauldron of heaven for about 20 minutes, tasting and adding handfuls of love like lemon pepper, cumin, hell, how about fennel? Yeah, because you know your taste buds like no other. And that ain't no joke. So, go for broke, mofo. Seriously, tackle it like you own it and then serve it to your haters...

The Hater Face

My family is made up of a bunch of picky eaters. Their favorite expression after I place a meal in front of them is the hater face. Here is a classic hater face:
Here is another hater face:

The hater face sets ablaze my competitive edge. I no longer care about anything else except for stuffing healthy food down their pie hole that actually tastes good, thus eliminating the hater face. This has become my lot in life, my one true passion. Join me in my misadventures as I aim to end the hater face.