Jan. 22nd, 2013 03:22 pm
The blue soup makes you immortal
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He found Pacific cod fillets at the Safeminick's and I picked up a good chunk of highly-seasoned bacon from what I think of as the Eastern European case at Devon. I had the leisure to slow cook the dice so as to render as much fat as possible and really crisp the bits. For the potatoes, I decided to break with tradition and use a colourful mix of baby red, yellow, and purple potatoes that the Old Man had discovered. I don't think I realised just how much juice was in the last of those and I was worried it would stain the broth an unsavory dirty hue, but actually the pale blue colour that resulted was quite lovely, as was the otherwordly turquoise of boiled pieces of potato. The broth tasted a little thin, however, thus my last-minute dash for some half-and-half to sleeken it up.
The cat was being a particular nuisance on Monday. On a whim, I gave him a bacon bit and he gobbled it up, so I may hang onto a few as rewards. (We used to keep cat treats to give him, but he kind of lost interest in them.) One of my few other accomplishments of the day was tying a string around his wubby. "You're hanging his ducktopus?" the GWO asked in amazement. But I was getting tired of running upstairs to retrieve the damn thing when playing our game, so I'm hoping this will eliminate the need for that.
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and might mean you are really Bridget Jones....