Thursday, October 30, 2008
Soup and Tattoos
Tomato Basil Soup
3 tbsp. Butter
1/4 c. Heavy Whipping Cream
1 can Diced Tomatoes with basil, oregano, and garlic
fresh basil, if you have some
I triple this recipe so we'll have enough for our family and a little left over for lunch the next day.
Melt the butter in a large pot on low to medium heat. Puree the can of diced tomatoes in a blender, and pour the tomatoes in the pot. Add the whipping cream, and stir everything together. Add salt, pepper, and basil to taste. I also add some onion and garlic powder.
I've been adding fresh basil. Normally, I'm not that cool. But, we're renting the Winslow's house right now, which means, I guess we're also renting their amazing herb garden. I feel so stinkin' gourmet walking outside and picking leaves off of plants, and then coming back inside and putting them in our food. Makes me want to be a hippy...which always leads to me wanting a tattoo.
I know...that's weird, the strangest things are connected to tattoos in my mind.
Like homemade soap. If I see it or smell it, I start imagining myself as a soap maker. When I'm an imaginary soap maker, I ALWAYS have a tattoo on my arm.
I could never have a real life tattoo though. I'm WAY too flaky for that. I could never ever commit to something that serious, but I genuinely appreciate people who can. When I see people who have tattoos, I quietly admire them. I think, "You have something I don't have...and it's not just that tattoo. It's commitment."
I know, a week (or maybe a day) after I got a tattoo, I would wake up, and hate it altogether, or hate the design I had chosen. Then I'd have to cut my arm off. Dang.
Back to the soup...
Serve it hot.
Serve it with grilled cheese sandwiches.
I hope I never outgrow the love for grilled cheese sandwiches.
Grilled cheese sandwiches are a sweet, sweet part of life.
When I see God, I might thank Him for making grilled cheese sandwiches. I'm sure He hasn't been adequately thanked for those.
There's something downright lovely about eating grilled cheese sandwiches and hot soup with your family on a cold day. The combination of my warm belly, cheesy, buttery bread, and Aaron and these boys talking and laughing over dinner...I'm overcome with peace and love and sincere contentment.
Some dinners are just a tad bit more magical than others. This is one of those.