“There is no such thing as an accident; it is fate misnamed.” Napoleon Bonaparte
Obviously, Bonaparte never ate at our house. We eat many happy accidents. Yesterday was one such day.
Lately I’ve been taking soups from from the freezer that I’d been saving for a rainy day. It’s been raining. Besides that, I’ve become more busy in my art studio and I don’t want to use a lot of my time for actual cooking. That led to this interesting combination that I named Potato Mexican Soup.
There was a jar of frozen leftover potatoes that also contained leftover corn to which I added a bit of broth. This was, obviously, potato soup. Right! Then there was a jar of Taco soup from the September 30 blog post, which was too spicy for my husband. Not the post, the soup.
So I figured that if I mix the two together, the taco soup wouldn’t be as spicy and the potato soup wouldn’t be as dull. I also had some leftover broccoli to add. I decided to serve this with some cheese bread on the side for my husband and a dab of yogurt on top of the soup for me, and we’d live happily ever after.
And then Aaron Rogers broke his collarbone. Nothings perfect, but the soup was tasty. I told my husband it was Mexican Vegetable soup. Remember, food is like children. If you make it, you get to name it.
No, this is not the actual picture of the soup I made. Mine looked more “interesting”. It did however, taste good. For some meals my husband doesn’t need all his teeth and for some he’s better off without his glasses.
Heal quickly, Mr. Rogers!
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.