I almost feel like apologizing for this post.
But. I do bring it back to writing in the end.
I love homemade soup. Ohmigosh, I swear, it's the best thing since chocolate, and if you know me, you know that's saying a whole lot.
Before DH came to live with me, I made a huge pot of soup every week, and ate it all week. I tried all sorts of soups. My favorite?
Matzo Ball Soup.
Except not precisely Matzo Ball Soup. First, I buy two boxes of the Matzo Ball & Soup Mix. Two packets of soup mix in 5 quarts of water.
Then comes the fun part.
I raid the 'frig, and throw in the old salad, old vegetables, and pretty much anything else that strikes my fancy.
Oh, and a bay leaf.
The making of the Matzo Balls is the best part, though. You can't make it according to directions. You have to make it with melted butter instead of oil.
Even if you have never loved Matzo Balls, you will LOVE them.
Throw a little white pepper in the mix and you've got heaven.
If you're keeping kosher, I'm sure the butter breaks all the rules.
Why is it that the yummiest things come from breaking the rules? (And don't you love I pretended this post had substance, by linking to Allison Brennan's article on breaking the rules in fiction? *grins*)