Potatoe Soup
I know, I know, that’s the way Dan Quayle spells potato but it’s part of my little story.
The other morning I was having my french toast in my favorite Greek restaurant when I saw one of the waitresses printing out the sign for the noonday fare. One of the offerings was “creamy potatoe soup”. I had to snicker because the word spelled this way is funny.
Anyway, the thought of potato soup stuck in my mind and I even dreamed about potato soup. I haven’t tasted any of this delicacy since I was a boy and I loved the way my mother made it.
Today upon arising I decided to try making some potato soup. I went to Google and looked up a recipe for the creamy stuff that sounded good and then headed off to the grocery store. I had half a bag of small red potatoes and a box of Swanson’s chicken broth so I bought cream of chicken soup, milk and bacon.
The hardest part of making this soup is peeling those little tiny potatoes and I would reccomend using big ones. The process took a little longer than the recipe called for but by one pm I sat down to a large bowl of the best potatoe soup I’ve ever eaten. I appologized to my mother but it was even better than hers. I felt so proud of this product I would not have been ashamed to invite even the pickiest of my friends over for a bowl.
Now, if anyone thinks potato soup is the cheap belly wash the movies lead us to believe, they would be wrong. The ingredients’ cost came to about seven dollars. But oh, wow! was it ever worth it. A bowl of this stuff in one of our downtown restaurants would cost about six or seven dollars and I have a couple of quarts still in the fridge. I only hope it will stand reheating in the mike.
Just remember…get big potatoes!
Huggz all,
Jerry