February 12th, 2008 - Bad soup, bad, bad soup
Yesterday, I made soup. Used my lovely summer/fall-made roasted vegetable stock, the last rutabaga, the last three carrots from the farmer’s market, Cherokee Trail of Tears beans, and a number of purple potatoes. Plus an onion, some garlic (from the garden), salt, pepper, and Worcestershire sauce. Eric turned it on at at 8ish and we got home around 5:30. They say 8-10hours on low, so it was within that time frame.
Either Worcestershire is totally wrong for soup–but I got the idea from the cookbook which added it to a bunch of soups!–or it burned. Either way, it smelled weird and tasted absolutely awful.
I was so sad to have to throw it all out. I finally make soup–will last for days since usually Eric doesn’t like the veggie soups–and it was ruined. I don’t have a good track record of remembering to make soup–I forget to get out stock, I forget to soak beans, I don’t think I have time to chop things. And this time, I did it all. I was totally prepared and excited. (The minestrone I made in the crockpot was utterly fantastic. Maybe I can make it again. Next week?)