My little Dutch grandma would be so proud of me. (Ignore all the tomato blips and blops all over the stove... my cooking style isn't very tidy, I'm afraid.)In our family, we call this concoction "Christmas soup" because Grandma Kest would usually make it around Christmastime. The full recipe calls for barley instead of rice, and tiny spiced meatballs cooked in the soup broth. Today, though, I was too lazy to defrost any ground beef, so I left out the meatballs and it got the basic spicing treatment plus some cooked rice, for near-instant Dutch tomatensoep goodness.
Of course, my dear hubby Captain Midnight is not entirely happy about this, even though he loves Christmas soup, because what he wants is FOOD. Perhaps you have the same issue with some of the men in your life. Hubby recognizes only one kind of semiliquid nourishment as a valid food: stew. Whether it's beef stew, chili, or some other thick and hearty meal in a bowl, he will eat it without complaint. "Soup" -- which to his mind is anything thinner than pea soup in consistency -- is not recognized as a valid meal, but as a kind of hot drink in a bowl. In order to be a full meal, it must be served along with heartier foodstuffs. The minute I said I was going to make tomato soup, he responded, "And toasted cheese sandwiches, right?" The soup then functions as a kind of dip into which the actual food -- the sandwich -- can be dunked. So at the moment he is feeling gypped. Poor Captain Midnight.
What do you think, should I make him a toasted cheese or not?
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MMmm.... toasted cheese sandwich.
If I could get my meat and potatoe guy to be happy by giving him a cheese sandwich then I would be happy.
Yup - I know what you mean. Soup does not constitute a food to the main man in the household here either. Plus, unless it is absolutely frigid outside, he claims it is *too hot* to eat soup. Never mind that if we eat anything else at less than just-out-of-the-oven/off-the-grill temperature it is no longer viable and far too cold.... I just don't understand the male mind/stomach...
And we're supposed to be the mysterious ones. Heh. Go fig.
Love it! It remains me my childhood. My father would prepare a wonderful tomato soup on summer days during our holydays at the beach!.....ahhhhhhhhhhh! I can smell the tomatoes!
I just got 2 pounds of barley in anticipation of G'ma Kest's Christmas Soup this season.
How dare you make it without the barley and meatballs? How dare I not have the recipe on erikssoneats.com?
Looks like I will have to make a pot of it soon here and update the site.
It's good even without the barley and meatballs. It's just better when it's made properly.
Yeah, how dare you not have Grandma's soup recipe on the site?!? heh.
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