“Only the pure in heart can make a good soup.” Ludwig van Beethoven
Well, I’m the person to make good soup! Inside joke … Whenever something good happens, I say it happened to me because my heart is pure. Much laughter from people who know me. Whatever.
This soup came about because I was home from after being away for a few days and there were dabs of this and that in the fridge. Also, I’ve been obsessing about all the spices in my collection, which is a kind word for the mish mash in my cupboard. And thank you, spell check, but mish mash is real word!
First I collected some of my older spices.
To these I added dried parsley from yesteryear, along with a teaspoon of spirulina powder. For the uninitiated, spirulina powder is a dried blue-green algae. “By the process of photosynthesis, spirulina converts sunlight into pure protein, essential amino acids, carbohydrates, and just about every other nutrients essential to life.” That quote is right off the side of the container, which also states that my container of spirulina is good until May of 2018.
The rest of the story. Spirulina is not a taste that makes me shout, “More!”. It’s an acquired taste. However, when I combined a teaspoon or two with the combination of spices that I powdered with my blender, it became a darn good seasoning spice powder.
Magic Spice Blend
Next I collected the bits and pieces of leftover that included some vegetable bean soup, beef stew, and polenta slices that had been sautéed with butter and onion. These three victims of my fridge cleaning frenzy were placed together in a slow cooker for about four hours and then whipped together with my magic wand and a teaspoon of the magic spice blend. Unexpected goodness, which is a rather reoccurring description of most of the food I cook.
Of course, I added a dab of Greek yogurt.
I remember a young women telling a group that at the end of every meal her mother would take the leftovers and put them into a container in the freezer. This went on all week. At the end of the week the collection of food was placed into a casserole dish, covered in cheese, and baked. She said the resulting meal was always tasty.
Courage, fearless cooks. What could possibly go wrong!?
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.