Broccoli Cheese Soup “Disaster”
I am not much of a cook. My mum has never enjoyed cooking, but did it for us kids and our nutrition. What a sweet mumsie! However, she never took the time to teach us girls how to cook (my guess is because she wanted to get it done and over with).
I didn’t realize how essential being able to cook was until I moved into my first apartment. Eating out for each meal was out of the question (due to lack of finances and how awful it can make a person feel) and making PB and J or macaroni every day quickly becomes boring. It essentially came down to the fact that I would be forced to learn how to cook if I wanted to eat quality, healthy food.
Over the past several months, I have taken on more and more challenges within the kitchen. I would like to say that I have exponentially become a better chef with each meal, but this is not always the case. One such exploit happened last night.
My boyfriend’s diet consists of two foods: bread and cheese. So he turned to me the other day and said, “You know what would be awesome? If you made some homemade broccoli cheese soup.” I immediately thought, “Ugh…I hate cooking, but I suppose I can be nice today.” Ha. So I told him “You look up the recipe, I’ll make the food.” After all, it was just soup. How difficult could it be?
I came home from the grocery store with optimism and put the pot on the stove. My confidence grew as I began throwing everything together. It appeared to be going smoothly. That is, until I realized I hadn’t allowed the cheese to melt enough before adding the next ingredient…
As soon as I realized that the chunks of stringy cheese were not breaking up, I began to panic. What had I done wrong? Was the recipe going to fix itself if I gave it time? I stirred for about 20 minutes, hoping for the best. The best never seemed to come. I apologized to my boyfriend and said “I think it’s a disaster. I should just give up,” but he encouraged me to finish the soup and gave me ideas on how to fix it.
As if it couldn’t get worse, as I put in the last ingredient to thicken it up, I didn’t realize that I should have added it a little at a time. If I had, I could have made it to the true consistency. Instead, I threw it all in and the soup immediately turned into a porridge-like consistency. What had I done?!
As I stirred the pot, I said, “Hunny…I think I messed up…Ugh, I’m done!” and walked away from the stove (I’m a little bit sensitive, if you couldn’t tell). He got up to take a look at the disaster I had created and, with a semi-disgusted but hopeful look, he told me he was sure it would be good and not to worry. He then took a bowl out of the cupboard and piled a heaping spoonful into it.
One bite and he looked up. I was sure I was going to find a look of hidden disgust behind his smile. Instead, to my surprise, he told me that it was delicious and possibly better than what the original recipe could have been. I was thoroughly doubtful, so I took a bite and to my delight, it really wasn’t half bad!
Now, I’m sure a lot of you out there are pretty decent cooks and perhaps laugh when you read this. But for those of you who may need a cooking lesson or two like me, the moral of the story is keep the confidence! You are capable of making a mean meatloaf. It may just take some practice. And even if a recipe does looks disastrous, don’t automatically give up. It could end up being far better than the original recipe!