Thursday, January 3, 2013
Who's Lost Five and a Half Pounds? Me! Me!
In other news, today I tried an experiment that paid off handsomely. The one food category that I cannot interest my children in is soup. I make a killer caramelized onion soup — no dice. I make a fantastic roasted tomato soup; Mimosa sips it grudgingly, Li'l Martini won't go near it. They'll eat Campbell's tomato with a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch on a cold day, and that's about it.
And it makes me sad, because a bowl of soup, a crisp green salad, some good bread, and a glass of wine is pretty much my perfect winter supper — easy, tasty, good for you, and cheap. But they were having none of it.
And then . . . I remembered that I have a recipe for Santa Fe Soup that comprises, among other yummy elements, a packet of taco seasoning. What if I sold it to my kids as Taco Soup? and allowed them to crumble tortilla chips on top? Even the dreaded Nacho Cheese Doritos, the smell of which makes me want to hurl?
All the Chardonnays love tacos, though Mimosa prefers her taco meat unseasoned (she would be a good candidate for a product I once saw [and then did a double take] on a grocery shelf in Minnesota: Extra Mild Salsa), so I was very hopeful. I also broiled some buttered corn bread slices, made a fruit plate, chopped scallions and cheese for additional garnishes, and concocted a bursting-with-fresh-vegetables salad — and then sat back and crossed my fingers.
And they loved it!!
Of course, I used only a third of the packet of taco seasoning, to protect my princess's tender tongue, which meant that the soup tasted incredibly bland to me (I'm the girl ordering extra jalapenos with her enchilada plate), but I can always add some chipotle pepper or something; my girl enjoyed tacos without tears; that's all that matters.
And now that the ice has been broken, I'm excitedly contemplating the next soups I can introduce. Broccoli and cheddar? Kielbasa and kale? Leek and potato? We shall see!
Tomorrow I was supposed to have lunch with a friend but she canceled, so I get to enjoy a weekday lunch date with Husband — such a special treat! We've narrowed it down to seven restaurants, though I suspect what he'd really prefer is some afternoon delight and a PB&J, whereas I think I want sushi. Oh, Mars, Venus, will you ever speak the same language?! Hee.
I had a satisfying dinner and now I'm done eating for the night. (I'm going to repeat this a few more times, especially since I know there's good ice cream in the freezer. But I'm psyched to have those five pounds off, and I want to keep up my momentum. Done eating! Done eating! DONE!)
xx Lady C