So I think I’m going to use this opening section to talk about soups in different media. You can take the time to view yesterday’s minestrone if you’d like.
Since I used the instant pot, I still have some leftovers of it, and it was pretty good.
You know what else is pretty good? Super Mario Odyssey.
It was the first game I got on my Switch, and one of the first Mario games I played, because I didn’t grow up with Nintendo. Why am I talking about this game here in this soup post? Well, there’s a soup level in the game.
Technically it’s a kitchen/food level in general, but the big boss fight at the end is in a giant pot of soup, and you need to avoid all the vegetables and other ingredients to fight the big boss who is eating the soup.
It was a fun game, and there’s a lot of bonus stuff in it too. I still haven’t completed it 100% yet.
Have you played it before? Let me know what you think!
I recently watched the new Jurassic World movie. It was NOT good. I could barely pay attention and it’s kind of disappointing because the first Jurassic Park movie was really good.
Who doesn’t like seeing dinosaurs on the TV? But for some reason this new movie was just about giant locusts??
This isn’t a themed post about movies though, it’s about soup. If a movie has a scene with soup in it though, I’ll probably talk about it in a post.
Yesterday I made a personal recipe for Chicken and Rice soup that ended up being just a remake of chicken tortilla soup. It still tasted good, but it sort of wasn’t an original soup.
So I hope people reading yesterday’s miso soup recipe didn’t think it was “lazy” or “uninspired”.
I put a lot of thought into these soup recipes.
You try to come up with 30 different soup recipes and take the time to make them every day, and then take another hour or so to write about it, all while working around your regular hours at work. It’s hard stuff!
Today we’re going back to the basics, though. A bunch of ingredients, a pot, and some broth. Just a regular homemade soup.
Fifth day of September and we’re 1/6th of the way through the month. So many more soups to go, and yesterday’s soup, Chicken Tortilla, used a lot of ingredients. I’m sure there’s going to be some more soups with the same number of ingredients if not more, we’ll just have to wait and see.
I’m not yet sure what I want to do yet as a sort of “grand finale” when we hit the 30th soup. Should I rank them? Have the readers complete a poll and then write an extra post at the end as a recap for the month? I don’t know.
I know I want to do something, but if any of the readers here have any ideas once we hit the first of October, feel free to message me and let me know!
So with yesterday’s post, the Clam Chowder, I was honestly not too excited to make the next soup. I didn’t enjoy the result of the soup from yesterday, so it just put me down on cooking soup again, you know?
BUT I set out to make 30 soups for this month, so I’m not planning on backing out on day four. It’s certainly getting harder to cook every single day, but I’ll do it.
I have gotten some soup suggestions from some people reading these posts, and I appreciate them! I always enjoy when people tell me that they’re enjoying my posts so let me know your thoughts as we go through this month, and if you make any of these soups this month too let me know how it turns out!
Welcome to day two of the month of Souptember! Yesterday I made a delicious Chicken Noodle soup, and have plenty of meals left over from it.
I do want to address one thing, however. I realized today that I made a mistake when making the chicken noodle soup. It’s a mistake that I don’t want to do again, because it will become harder to continue the month if I do so.
I made way too much soup.
I know it’s not a bad problem, but I only have so much room in my fridge, and I could freeze some soup but I only have so much containers for leftovers too.
I mean look at this
This is leftovers from just one soup. If I were to follow the same process with all the soups I cook this month, I’ll be out of space on day 4. I can’t cook that much anymore.
So from here on out, I will have to better portion my ingredients. No more meals made for eight people when I’m living by myself. Lower the soup level to one.
Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get on to day number two of Souptember.
September. My birth month. The start of fall. Some other third thing. It’s a great month in my opinion, and the start of fall means the start of having a lot of soups.
I’ve been wanting to do some more themed writings recently, so what I will do every day this month is make a recipe for a different soup. Every day. What will that mean for me? It means I have to find and cook a different soup 30 days in a row.
The goal is to get the current day’s soup posted here around noon, but because of work and time cooking, it may be delayed. I do still plan on making a different soup each day, and I do want to specify that I will not be making tomato soup, because that IS NOT A REAL SOUP. It’s a broth, or at the very least a dip for grilled cheese, and it’s just bad on it’s own. I will be making every soup except that one.
For the last few weeks before this one, I have been having a recurring dream. In it, I had a cat. Each dream the cat was different. I don’t remember anything else about the dream, but every time I woke up I remembered the cat. After the dream on May 3, I decided to do something about the dream and finally get a cat for my new apartment.
I’ve had pet cats for most of my life. The first one I can remember was Squeaky. She was there before I was born, so I don’t remember much of her, but I do remember the second cat that we got: Periwinkle.
Squeaky
Periwinkle was a sweet cat. She liked laying on laps and for some reason she really liked licking people’s ears and earwax. She liked going under the covers in bed and sleeping next to our legs. She moved with us to every house, and I’m sure it stressed her out, but she always warmed up to the house.
(She was also the first can I saw catch a mouse, and she was declawed before we got her as a kitten too)
We had Periwinkle for the longest time. Back when I was around 5 we got her as a kitten, and she grew old with us through the years and moving to different houses, all up to when I was a sophomore in high school.
She liked sleeping under the covers in bed, green olives, and licking ears. She was a good cat.
When I was in 7th grade, we briefly had a new cat, Paige. She was a sweet tuxedo cat. We lived out on the highway by a farm at the time, and she was found very malnourished sleeping inside a tractor. We took her in and fed her and helped her get better. Periwinkle and her never got along too much, but Paige was very sweet too. And pretty young, but not a kitten
I unfortunately don’t have any pictures of the next set of cats, but a few months after we got Paige we got a trio of orange kittens, two boys and a girl, who were supposed to be outdoor mouse hunting cats for the highway farm house.
They never really succeeded in being outdoor mouse cats.
My brother said he’d raise the kittens and train them, but we ended up just having them in the garage and couldn’t get them to go outside and stay.
We moved a year later, and we couldn’t have five cats at our new house, so we kept Periwinkle with us and gave the other four cats to a nearby farm home. I don’t know all the details of what happened to them, but I do know that some aren’t around anymore. Paige did have two kittens, and sadly later Paige was ran over by a harvester.
We decided to take one of the kittens in with us, and that cat is one that is still with the family, Mocha.
Mocha is a very sweet and cuddly cat. She likes curling up and sleeping in the gap in legs. I probably have a hundred pictures of her. She likes flowers, and I mean REALLY likes flowers. So much that we have to hide them whenever we get new ones because she always knows we have them and tries to eat the leaves. Mocha is currently about nine years old at this point.
She is certainly my dad’s cat. They’ve definitely bonded and every time he goes to bed to take a nap she goes up and follows him to bed.
A little over a year ago, my mom passed. When she started hospice care some of her friends came by with a new kitten. I think it was to try and cope with losing mom, and it helped a bit as a distraction. We decided to name her Domino, and she is a goofball. She is only a year old, so it makes sense, and she’s adorable.
We got a tall cat tower for Mocha and Domino, and since Mocha has been here for years without it she doesn’t use it as much, but Domino loves using it.
It was rough introducing her to the place and to Mocha, and they still fight and wrestle at times, but they’ve learned to live together, and even sleep together at times.
I moved to Topeka back in November, and away from the cats. It honestly has been lonely in the apartment by myself. Exactly a week ago, I decided to go to the animal shelter and get a cat for myself. I didn’t want to just pick and choose a cat at random, though. I wanted to actually feel a connection when getting a cat. I went with a friend on the 3rd of May to look at cats at the shelter, and there were a lot of sweet looking cats, but then I found her.
“Tinkerbell” 5 years old
She was the friendliest cat that I saw there, and on the drive back I thought a lot about it, and decided on her. So the next week, I went back to get her. I already had everything set up and ready for her, and I was so excited and honestly a bit nervous, hoping she’d like me and her new home. The shelter had her name as “Tinkerbell” and I wanted to change that. I decided to go with a similar sounding name, “Bella”
She warmed up almost immediately. She was rolling around the carpet, sleeping with me in bed, and all around super friendly and cuddly. I hated having to go to work and be away for the first eight hours, but it all went well and I discovered that she likes burying herself under the covers.
A week in, and she is starting to get a routine. The last couple days she has woken me up at 6:00. She also likes laying on the couch next to me when I’m there. I’m so glad I have her in my life now, and I hope there’ll be a lot of years of good memories.
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