Very seldom do I stray way outside my comfort zone in the cooking area, but today I did just that, trying to re-create a soup Michael loved in Kazakhstan, Okroshka. Cold vegetable soup with dill and cucumber.
I looked at a recipe and decided to reject some of the ingredients - olive oil and mint leaves, to be exact. That would've been a cure for constipation.
No, my soup has about 5 cucumbers, about a cup of sour cream and a cup of plain yogurt, lemon juice, and LOTS of dill, garlic powder, sea salt, pepper, and onion powder. I love my immersion blender.
Below is a not great photo of the final result. I was trying to use the foil as a backdrop; I know, I know, it looks stupid. So be it.
It was a day for errands and grocery shopping, and by late afternoon I was bored.
Michael went to the movie tonight with a friend and when he got back I said "I made you some soup, try it." He sat down and looked at the small bowl of soup and just grinned. "Green soup, Mom?!" he joked. "It's cucumber soup. I think you'll like it."
He ate the small bowl, pronounced it good, and disappeared upstairs for a while.
Yeah, don't try that "Oh, I'll eat something at the movie Mom" crap with me, Mr. Popcorn for Dinner. Have a VEGETABLE, son.
Right before bed I asked him if he liked the soup, and did it remind him of Okroshka.
"Well, sort of. Except there was no ham or eggs," was his reply.
"HAM and EGGS?!" I said. I just recall a cold veggie soup with lots of onion and dill. I didn't eat it. Don't recall seeing ham or eggs. He loved that soup in Kazakhstan.
"Yeah, but not a big deal. It was good," he said diplomatically.
"Good," I said, "because you've got a lot of soup to eat!"
