Saturday, August 16, 2008

Trug Soup

I have an active imagination. When I began my garden, I imagined myself wafting out to my productive little patch, probably wearing a floaty Loretta Youngesque sundress and a picture hat, romantic-looking trug in hand, to harvest all the wonders that Nature would have provided.

Right.

The reality is that I do my harvesting in baggy pants and without a basket, romantic-looking or otherwise, as my two pockets and a single handful pretty much fills the bill. I was pretty resentful of that fact, too, until I made soup one day from the contents of my imaginary trug.

Okay, I did add two red potatoes, a large onion, three garlic cloves, two (Chilebrown) chili peppers, a fennel bulb, four ears of corn and a quart of veggie stock that didn't originate on my property but the fresh thyme, greenie beanies and zucchinis were my very own.

The preparation was the usual for soup - soften the aromatics in olive oil, add the thyme until it becomes fragrant and dump in the stock and the rest of the chopped veggies (except the corn, which I reserved until the end - I like crisp corn) and simmer until you can't wait any longer to ladle it into a bowl for the first taste. Add salt and pepper as you like.

It was dreamy.

Now my romantic vision is of a perfectly set table with the sun setting behind My Beloved's shoulders as we slurp our Trug Soup, holding hands by candlelight. This fantasy is far more likely to come true.

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7 Comments:

Blogger namastenancy said...

I think that your fantasy of a perfect soup with Mr. Z is simply delightful!

Saturday, August 16, 2008  
Blogger dancingmorganmouse said...

There is something really wonderful about making a meal out of things you grew yourself. Enjoy the feeling.
(I'd die if a stranger saw me in my gardening get up)

Saturday, August 16, 2008  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Nancy, me, too!

Morgan, okay, tell, tell! What do you wear to garden? :-)

Sunday, August 17, 2008  
Blogger dancingmorganmouse said...

I wear old, mismatched stuff that is full of holes and stains. There have been times I've just taken stuff off (after a particularly robust garden session) and thrown it away. Oh, and a hat that makes me look like a mushroom!
I have also been known to wander about in the garden, eating my breakfast, in my pjs.

Sunday, August 17, 2008  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Morgan, I love the mental image of you breakfasting in the garden still in your jammies! I'm like you- garden in absolutely ratty attire.

Monday, August 18, 2008  
Blogger cookiecrumb said...

Zoomie: We need to get Morgan to move over here and be our friend.
And... her husband makes chocolate truffles.

Monday, August 18, 2008  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Cookiecrumb, I'm liking that idea - I've always enjoyed Morgan and now you tell me that Mr. Brown makes truffles... what ideas do you have for luring them over here?

Monday, August 18, 2008  

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