Yesterday, inspired by the unusual cold weather here in Florida, I decided to make good, healthy, super tasty veggie soup. The kind of soup my grandmother used to make.
Hot Cop was excited to hear this because he’s tried my grandmother’s soup and it’s fantastic.
So I got out my soup pot and the recipe only to realize that I didn’t have three of the eight ingredients. That’s ok, I told myself. I’ll just substitute. Instead of red kidney beans, I used garbanzo beans. Instead of onion, I added extra garlic. Instead of thick egg noodles, I added quinoa.
Oh, and did I mention that I was missing two of the three necessary spices, too? I won’t bore you with my substitutions, mainly because I grabbed the first spice bottles on the shelves and added a bunch to the soup, and I can’t remember what I used.
The soup didn’t look right. It didn’t smell right either. And a quick taste test let me know that things were seriously awry. So I added MORE. More quinoa. More spices. More carrots.
None of it helped.
Here’s a little cooking tip from a new-cook-type: if you ever substitute quinoa for something, remember that it soaks up all of the liquid. Yeah, when all was said and done, my soup was a bit dry.
So dry that the carrots were still hard as rocks and never really cooked.
So dry that the quinoa was a bit crunchy.
Needless to say, the outcome was pretty awful. SUPER awful. When I tasted it, I got a little weepy, declared I’d never cook again, and decided to toss it in the trash.
But then Hot Cop did the unthinkable. Bad as that ‘soup’ was, horrible as it tasted, wrongly spiced and dry and with hard carrots, he used a big spoon to cut a big wad of ‘soup’ from the pot, put it in a bowl, and said, “It’s wonderful soup. You made it, so it has to be wonderful.” AND THEN HE ATE THE WHOLE BOWL OF SOUP.
I love that man. Seriously love, love, LOVE him.
I’ve vowed to never again make my grandmother’s soup without having all of the ingredients on hand. I think Hot Cop appreciates it, though he’d never admit it out loud.
I love him for that, too.
Have you ever tried to cook something and it didn’t turn out right? Did your family/friends eat it, or (what I’d probably do) say they’re sure you tried and offer to order Dominoes? Have you ever eaten at someone’s house or a restaurant and been served a horrible dish? What did you do?