The me from two years ago would have scoff at the me now and say I'm a dumb chick who dares to take a bite of the apple but refuse to accept the consequences. Granted, I have this policy: people who don't make me feel good about myself should go and fuck themselves.
As I am typing out this post, I am drinking my homemade cream of mushroom soup. I'm incredibly proud of the fact it is homemade. Maybe a little too proud.
My four housemates have made themselves scarce, leaving me to spend the weekend in the house with the cat. I mean, Tiger. He is terribly demanding and did not like to be referred to as 'the cat'. Demanding attitude-wise, anyway.
So with the weekend stretched out in front of me (with nothing to do), I decide to try out Chef John's recipe for cream of mushroom soup. I used a little bit too much stock and too little cream, but it turn out edible which is the most important thing.
I had fun with my housemate's hand blender. Liquifying the soup wasn't as hard as I thought, but as you can probably see my soup turn out a lot more chunky compared to Chef John's. The only thing I did not add in is the thyme, because I can't get my hands on them. Fresh herbs from Waitrose can be a bit expensive.
So this is just one too-long post about me making cream of mushroom soup for the first time.
