My mom is a great cook. That said, I am not. But I'm not terrible either. I have recently begun trying to expand my knowledge of cooking. I have made coconut curry sauce with meatballs, poured over spaghetti squash. And my roommate and I made dog treats (yes, we used a penis-shaped cookie cutter. Don't ask why). It is a new goal of mine (and a new rule) that I will try a new recipe every week.
Today I am working on a chicken vegetable soup. I'm cheating, though, as I'm not following a recipe. I started out sauteing onions, carrots, and celery. I then added herbs de Provance, which my dad recently brought me from France, and garlic paste. Then, and here's the tricky part, I add chicken broth (from a box, I'm not that fancy) and potatoes. Then you simmer the shit out of it. I'm guessing I should add the broccoli, cauliflower, green beans, peppers, and brussels sprouts (I almost wrote "brissles sprouts" which sounds like something very very unfortunate) when the potatoes are smushy-ish. As you can see, it is a science.
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| Spike and Jack like floor vegetables |
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| Veggies! And a cluttered counter! |
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| Cheating with pre-made chicken. |
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| Simmer the shizz outta it. |
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| I made this too. And ate almost all of it before the soup was done. Yum beets. |
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| I needed a caffeine buzz, so my boyfriend got me a latte. |
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| Spike and my dirty floor. |
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| My kitchen rocks. |
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| Too much cabbage? |
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| Give me soup! |
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| Can I eat the camera? |
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