The deliciousness in the above picture is a french peasant stew. Though I can hardly imagine a bowl of soup teaching me about life, I was in for a surprise.
I made this stew with a few friends. It has red potatoes, chicken, peas, carrots, and the broth is a beef and gravy based lovely thick stew like broth that only actually takes an hour, versus the regular stew taking two or three hours. Something about eating with people always makes it more interesting.
The lesson I learned from this soup, is that every soup that involves a group of people making it, will turn out to be much different then if you had made it yourself. I often think that my greatest fault is that I utterly despise help in the kitchen... then I realize I have much bigger issues then that and I am being mellow-dramatic, and then I get disgusted with myself and stop.
As simple as it is, when you have different people helping with a dish, you all read the ingredients list differently. I read it as a kind of... Skeleton if you will for my own creations. It is the skeleton, and I fill in the muscles and the organs, and then it all works out in it's own little way.
But for others, the recipe's times may not be long enough, and some like their pasta the consistency of rubber (Lord only know why), or their potatoes basically mashed. While others, prefer eating pasta out of the box, and their potatoes like rather crunchy slimy slices the same experience as biting into a broccoli stem. Some hate spices, and others over do them.
It's quite different eating a bowl of soup made by another. Personally, I think all food should be made with Love, and I think that it honest-to-goodness tastes better when someone who loves cooking, makes your meal.
However, if one is showing off, there is sometimes almost a bitterness to cooking (almost like at a self glorifying tone. This is something I used to do, so I know how it tastes. I have tasted it in few others, but... very very few.)
Food, like love, is changed by the ones involved in it. It doesn't matter what kind of food it is, it brings people together. Filet Mignon or French peasant stew all taste the same when share among friends, amidst laughter and enjoying one another's company. Much better then any other meal alone, could ever bring.
Katydid out.
I made this stew with a few friends. It has red potatoes, chicken, peas, carrots, and the broth is a beef and gravy based lovely thick stew like broth that only actually takes an hour, versus the regular stew taking two or three hours. Something about eating with people always makes it more interesting.
The lesson I learned from this soup, is that every soup that involves a group of people making it, will turn out to be much different then if you had made it yourself. I often think that my greatest fault is that I utterly despise help in the kitchen... then I realize I have much bigger issues then that and I am being mellow-dramatic, and then I get disgusted with myself and stop.
As simple as it is, when you have different people helping with a dish, you all read the ingredients list differently. I read it as a kind of... Skeleton if you will for my own creations. It is the skeleton, and I fill in the muscles and the organs, and then it all works out in it's own little way.
But for others, the recipe's times may not be long enough, and some like their pasta the consistency of rubber (Lord only know why), or their potatoes basically mashed. While others, prefer eating pasta out of the box, and their potatoes like rather crunchy slimy slices the same experience as biting into a broccoli stem. Some hate spices, and others over do them.
It's quite different eating a bowl of soup made by another. Personally, I think all food should be made with Love, and I think that it honest-to-goodness tastes better when someone who loves cooking, makes your meal.
However, if one is showing off, there is sometimes almost a bitterness to cooking (almost like at a self glorifying tone. This is something I used to do, so I know how it tastes. I have tasted it in few others, but... very very few.)
Food, like love, is changed by the ones involved in it. It doesn't matter what kind of food it is, it brings people together. Filet Mignon or French peasant stew all taste the same when share among friends, amidst laughter and enjoying one another's company. Much better then any other meal alone, could ever bring.
Katydid out.
