I’m not known for being the best cook. That being said, I am known for making pretty good soup. I tend to find recipes I like, and then repeat them (maybe more times than I should…). On Sunday I looked through a cookbook, found a new recipe that was a little different, spent 45 minutes happily chopping ingredients, and getting everything into a crockpot. When we returned from our walk it smelled wonderful. All was well, until I tasted it. I had my sweetie write “yuck” on the page in the cookbook, and then tried to figure out if it could be salvaged... I began by adding things from the fridge (leftover pizza sauce, leftover refried beans - I figured you smash the beans in some recipes to make a soup thicker…), and then moved to the pantry. After two cans of kidney beans, a can of chopped tomatoes, a can of tomato paste, and lots of basil I had fifteen servings in my ten serving crockpot! All I could think was how proud my grandmother would be - I used up every leftover, and we ate the soup for an entire week!
I hope your cooking adventures this week are more successful than mine - there’s more time for stitching if you get it right the first time!