Today was a holiday for my husband and me. We spent the day putsing around the house. Smoke blew in from a forest fire from who knows where and we knocked off early, both feeling a little under the weather. There has been lots of crud going around my husband’s office and the kind of smoke we had today can make anyone feel poorly. We had planned on having a nice dinner, but it quickly seemed to both of us that comfort food was more in order.
I pulled things out of my refrigerator to make beef vegetable noodle soup. I was making it home-made, using the make-do philosophy. I think sometimes that kind of cooking is a lost art. The art of cooking from scratch, making do with what you have on hand. I had some left over short ribs, I had made in the slow cooker yesterday. I threw the meat from the ribs in a pan along with some water, a diced potato half a carrot sliced, and a small handful of bow tie pasta. While boiling away I sauteed a little onion and celery until they were clear and added that to the boiling veggies. Next I found a couple of tomatoes that were ready to be used and chopped them and poured them on top of the boiling mixture. It was now evident that my water was boiling away, so I pulled out the last of some V8 and found some gravy that we had made from the drippings last night. Both went in the soup. I found one collard green left in the refrig and pulled it out and chopped a little into the soup. Everything fresh I had on hand was in the soup, but it still did not say vegetable to me. Off to the freezer; there I found corn, peas and beans. I took a small handful of each and add the three to my soup and cooked until they were done. Ta’Da. Soup was on.
Before we could sit down and eat soup, my husband got a call to report to work. It seems there is another forest fire tonight. I quickly heated up a wide mouth thermos and filled it with my soup. I am not sure when he will get to it, but I hope it is still warm. No matter what I am sure that my make-do soup will hit the spot. He will miss out on dessert though as it was still in the oven…creamy pear pie. He was bemoaning the fact that he was going to get none of that. This is a late season fire, let’s hope in spite of the dry weather it doesn’t go crazy and he can be home soon and enjoy his pie.