Tis the season for making soups. I love to make big batches of them in the crockpot. Actually I like anything that I can make in the crockpot.
This soup’s original recipe you can find here. I found it to be a bit time consuming as far as prep work but the results were delicious. And knowing that every ingredient I put in there was fresh puts a smile on my face. I also adjusted the amounts in order to make enough for 6 people and have some left over.
The recipe I followed didn’t say anything about what to do with the bacon and so I used it as a topping at the end but the next time I make the soup I will put the bacon in upon putting the cream ingredient in.
I cut up my onion and threw it in while I cooked the sausage so that it would soak up all the yummy flavor from the sausage cooking.
I also added a couple tablespoons each of basil and oregano to the simmering meat and broth.
I added the creamy mixture and kale in about an hour before serving. The recipe calls for only 30 minutes but I felt the kale needed a bit longer to cook.
For toppings with the soup I did the bacon, green onions, and parmesan cheese. 😋
I served with toasted parmesan buttered bread and a fresh salad.
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Pot roast is one of my all time favorite meats to cook. The key is low and slow.
I start off with the essentials of what’s going to make my juice stock full of flavor.
Carrots (I used already chopped here but I usually just chop my own) Green onion, garlic, celery, and white onion.
A nice piece of meat…I usually prefer chuck roast. I have placed a dutch oven on the stove on medium/high heat and put a little olive in the bottom of the pan. Get it nice and hot in order to sear the meat. You want to sear all the sides of the meat about 3-5 minutes per side so that it gets nice and carmelized.
Then remove the meat from the pan and set it aside. Add all your veggies next and mix them around real good. I also throw any fresh herbs and salt and pepper in as well.
Heat the oven to 250 degrees F* Give the veggies a good stir until you can smell a good aroma coming from them. Then pour in some red wine and make sure to get all the caramelization from the meat off the bottom of the pan and good and stirred into the veggies. Let the red wine reduce…about 10 minutes. Then add your meat back into the pan so that it rests on top of the vegetables. Pour in beef stock until bottom part of meat is sitting in the juice and veggies. Pop the lid on the dutch oven and pop it into the oven and forget about it for about 1 hour per pound of meat I have found works the best.
Remove from the oven and shred the meat into bite size chunks and let it sit in the juices until ready to serve.
- Beef Chuck Roast
- Olive Oil
- 8-10 oz of chopped carrots
- 1 stalk of celery chopped
- 1 stalk of green onions chopped
- 1 white onion diced julienne style
- 3-4 cloves of garlic chopped
- few sprigs of thyme chopped
- few sprigs of rosemary chopped
- salt and pepper to your liking
- 2 cups of red wine
- 1 16oz container of beef broth
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Relationship to food…
Who in their right mind doesn’t have a love for food? Yes I realize that those who struggle with eating disorders may have a different view about food but thankfully I have never had any type of eating disorder. I do however have a long list of other disorders. But let’s stick to the subject at hand here shall we?
I love everything about food…except having to shop for it as I have written before.
I watch endless amounts of cooking shows to help improve my culinary skills. I even save some of them to my DVR to have reference to when needed. I have so many recipes pinned on my Pinterest that every time I try to look one up I spend more time scrolling to locate it then I actually do preparing it.
If I am hungry then I also get super cranky and become a
crazed lunatic angry human in 2.5 seconds if food does not quickly come in contact with my mouth. I am talking PMS related cranky with a side of psychotic behavior….more then my usual psychotic conduct. And if we go to a restaurant and there is too much of a wait I will insist that we get back in the car and drive to another location…which yes I realize is a catch 22 because sometimes it can take longer deciding where else we want to go and then traveling to said destination instead of just waiting at the first preference.
My favorite food to
inhale indulge, until I have to unbutton my pants, is Sushi. Here in Nevada we are a bit spoiled because most sushi places in the city are “all you can eat”. And I consume well over my “all you can shove in your mouth eat” price. Even talking about it right now my mouth is literally watering. **wipes drool off the keyboard** My Little B Man loves it too. I ate sushi during my entire pregnancy…yes I know they say you aren’t suppose to but what do you think the Japanese do? Stop eating sushi while pregnant? Heck no and look how smart they are. Little B Man is well above his age spectrum as well and literally will take a raw piece of salmon and shove it in his mouth just like his mama. I really don’t know if his being smart, and me eating sushi while pregnant, has any relation but I was simply stating he came out fine.
Now as for the loving food but not wanting to be fat is simple. It has nothing to do with looks but more with health. I have a long line of “weight related” illnesses in my gene pool and well I really don’t want to be another statistic. This is the main reason I have recently decided to make a change and start exercising. I really don’t eat much bad food. (wine doesn’t count) But I am falling short on being more active. This doesn’t mean that I constantly deprive myself from “goodies” but I believe everything should be within moderation….again wine doesn’t count.
For The Love Of Food,
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Third From the Top.”
Head to “Blogs I Follow” in the Reader. Scroll down to the third post in the list. Take the third sentence in the post, and work it into your own.
Ironically when I followed the instructions…the blog I landed on “SOMETIMES“…was also blogging about this challenge. The third sentence…”I hope he won’t mind”
I wonder if he will notice the few pounds I have shed and how hard I have been working to regain part of my “pre-baby” body. Does he see that I have been shedding my daily “SAHM” attire, which usually consists of a pair of sweats, with a half dozen holes in them and a shirt that still has spit up stains from nursing my babies so many moons ago? Instead, I have replaced them with the new pairs of jeans that he insisted I buy for myself and the new tops that I purchased on clearance because the price of the jeans almost gave me a stroke.
Has he noticed that I have been trying harder at keeping the house a bit more tidy and not letting the kids just string everything they own from one end of the house to the other? I too like a clean house…it calms my
OCD restless mind.
Is my cooking improving? Are all those hours spent watching the Food Network and skimming through Pinterest paying off? I bet he would notice if I made something with Mayonnaise. He hates that stuff. I keep threatening that I am going to rest his ashes in a bulk sized container of it.
Wonder if he notices that my hair is in an imperative state and a patch of new gray hair has appeared, I swear, overnight on the China Express. Or how about the toe nail polish on my feet that is so grown out it looks like a french manicure. And don’t let me even get started on my fingernails that do nothing but peel and chip since moving to the northern hemisphere of Nevada. All of this is so ironic since I spent 20+ years working in the beauty industry.
Will he notice another laugh line appearing due to the fact that I have been laughing a lot more lately? Or maybe because I am going to be another year older in a couple days. We all know that on our birthday we wake up with some sort of random justification that “old age” is setting in. **wink wink**
Has he noticed that I stopped playing “Farmville2”? Well not completely stopped but surely quit the slight obsession I had with it.
Occasionally all of these thoughts run through my head about my husband. I am a real person with real emotions and concerns about how I am perceived in the eyes of my other half. It’s what makes me a wife. His wife. It’s not a question of love, that I know…just a confirmation that I am doing right by him and that in a conversation amongst his friends he would be proud to call me “his wife“.
I am a food network and cooking channel fanatic. And when I say fanatic I mean it is on my tv all day everyday. I have become quite the chef just from watching cooking shows. Chopped is probably my favorite hence why I have 35 episodes saved on my DVR. Right now I am watching Bobby Flay make his wife some delicious looking biscuits and gravy which I will be taking note since they are a huge love of in this house. Apparently his wife is mad at him and he is trying to win her over…personally the way to my heart is not through my stomach but more like 20 minutes to myself in a tub with a glass of wine and maybe a massage before bed ((trailing off dreaming here)). Back to reality… I think I just discovered what I am going to be making for dinner tonight…yes I am one of those people who likes breakfast for dinner and so is the rest of my clan.
Now I didn’t always like to cook. I wasn’t one of those kids who was always trying to put something together and call it food. My mother had to literally force me to learn how to cook anything other then mac and cheese in the box. She used to have me make dinner a couple times a week and every time I either burnt or undercooked something. I was horrible at it.
Now over time I would pick up recipes here and there, usually very simple ones, and I would try to perfect the ones that I really liked and that were liked by others but still just never quite conquered the art of cooking not to mention I just really didn’t like to cook. How would I ever become domesticated if I couldn’t even boil water correctly? Back then it was easy because I didn’t have any little mouths to feed therefore there was a lot of eating out. I miss the days of eating out all the time…no mess…someone else does the cooking and the cleaning up. ((trailing again))
Now when I met my husband I had become somewhat domesticated by this point…I mean I would hope that at 35 I had learned how to at least boil water and not burn the toast. He too was quite domesticated which was one of the traits I loved about him. He had the ability to take any leftover ingredients in the fridge and throw them together and make it tasty. Wonder what ever happened to that man that used to do that cause these days I am lucky if I can get him to throw meat on the grill.
In our old house I liked to “cook” but didn’t really get into “cooking” I would make the basics…spaghetti, chili, broiled chicken breast. But whatever I was cooking had to have meat…I learned early on that a meal was not a meal unless there was meat involved, per my husband. I tried making a pasta dish one time with no meat in it and had to hear him complain for the rest of the night. Listening to him complain is like listening to teeth scraping across a fork…very unpleasant.
Now this is probably what I would resemble if I were to have my own cooking show. I still have no clue how these chefs can talk and cook at the same time. I can’t walk and chew gum therefore I would not attempt to have at my own cooking show cause who wants to just watch someone scurry around like a chicken with her head cut off trying to cut the head off of a chicken? Make sense? Of course not and neither does the way I cook. But over time I have come to appreciate the art of cooking. Not so much that I would run out and join some kind of cooking competition but enough that I feel confident in what I am making for the family. That doesn’t always mean that what I whoop up is a hit. Like for instance the time I got into making several types of pesto and putting that pesto on EVERYTHING…yeah that didn’t go over too well in this family.
So I carry on, introducing new items to my own personal cooking skilled menu. The fun part is I don’t find myself making the same stuff all the time. I mean if I can’t have variety in anything else in my life mine as well have a great versatile relationship with food right?