Souper
2011 01 13
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My grandmother was a soup maker.
She was never one to throw anything out (living through the depression era of the '20s and '30s in a 12-person household will do that to you), so soup usually meant "What have I got in the fridge - hmm ... throwing it in the soup!"
It never failed to amaze me how she could make something so delicious (because her soups were never bad) out of seemingly (sometimes) nothing; out of these odd concoctions of ingredients that, admittedly, sometimes looked quite horrid, but never tasted that way.
Sometimes the soup was very stew-like (in fact, I liked her stews better than her soups), including the day she had nowt in the fridge but hamburger, barley, and various vegetables - including purple cabbage - all of which went in the soup. When all was said and done (and cooked), the stew was approximately this colour.
Remember this when cooking with purple cabbage.