So today KD let me have a taste of what she suspects may have been her best soup ever. She reckoned it had something to do with the carrots involved, which were, it seems, a bunch of organic specimens at the top of their game. I can certainly vouch for the tastiness of the results.
Thing is, soup made mainly from carrots is, not unsurprisingly, going to taste mainly of them there carrots. Got good carrots, chances are you got good carrot soup (or at least you’ve got good carrot soup potential). Needless to remark, the same can be said for many other types of soupy ingredients, and not just carrots, so extrapolate at your leisure.
Mostly just carrots
I’ll wager that my Da would think the following a waste of perfectly good Guinness. Nevertheless, in honour of the awards weekend that was in it, I thought that Le Spud could do worse than to take a dip in some of Arthur Guinness’s finest stout.
At first blush, it might not seem that spuds doused in Guinness would be that promising a combination. It might even sound like a messy night at the
blog awards pub. Just so we’re clear, though. I’m not talking about spilling your pint over somebody’s bag of tayto (though, no doubt, that happens quite a lot in this country…). What I’m talking about is Richard Olney’s recipe for Potatoes in Beer, which brings a whole new meaning to the term beer soakage.
Beer soaked spuds...
We interrupt this blog to bring you news that Cinderella went to the Blog Awards Ball after all.
This, it turns out, was just as well, because Cinderella was called upon to take the long walk to the stage to accept a wonderful glass
slipper trophy as winner of the food ‘n’ drink edible category. She also got to meet some of the many inhabitants of blogoland, including the mythical Irish blogfather, whose actual existence she had often wondered about, because she’d only ever read about him in fairytales blogs. So bedazzled was she by the whole proceedings that she forgot all about leaving the premises by midnight and found that it was somewhat closer to 4am when she finally retired. She was very thankful to all involved for a most excellent evening and was glad that nothing turned into a pumpkin as a result of the lateness of the finishing hour. It’s entirely possible, however, that some people’s heads may have felt like pumpkins this morning, which may not have been the fairytale ending they were hoping for. They will, no doubt, get over it though, and we sincerely hope that they will all blog happily ever after.
We now promise to return you to your regularly scheduled Spud Sunday programming.