Old as dirt
Old as dirt
Got up this morning to lots of rain, water everywhere.
When I was growing up in Puget sound where it rained most everyday except maybe two months in the summer. I had shoes that had mold in them. The roads would freeze then melt and it was mud a foot deep. Walking to school bus was a adventure in the dark wet mornings.
But one thing you could count on was that when I got home there was soup on the back of the old wood kitchen stove. Did you know there is a thousand ways to make soup.
One soup was everything in the cellar that was getting soft was thrown in the kettle. Hey back in them days the butcher would have big knuckle bones to sell. Mom would keep maybe three on hand. No more as we had no refrigeration. She would brown the bone in a cast iron frying pan and then in the pot it went with water. There was always carrots, turnips, potato's, parsnips, onions, and canned tomato's. Any left over rice, or macaroni, or even noodles would get dumped in. What a feast it was.
Then there was the bean soup, did you know if you added left over mashed potato's to bean soup it would thicken it. Mom always used navy beans.
And of course there was potato soup, with bits of bacon in it. Lots of onions. Dad didn't like milk so she never added any to the soup.
There was some kind of German soup she would make, as she was German. It was made with a celery root and lots of leaves from the celery. I have long forgot how she did it, but it was very good.
How about Chicken soup with home made noodles. Just dump a mess of flour on the old kitchen table with the oil cloth. put some salt and a little baking powder in the pile and then make a hole in the middle and crack a few eggs in it, mix it all up good and make a ball. Let set a while, then break into pieces and roll out nice and flat. Hang over a towel on the back of the kitchen chairs till dry, Roll up and cut into noodles then hang them on the back of chairs till completely dry. Dump in soup.
Okay Its raining and time to go make some soup.
When I was growing up in Puget sound where it rained most everyday except maybe two months in the summer. I had shoes that had mold in them. The roads would freeze then melt and it was mud a foot deep. Walking to school bus was a adventure in the dark wet mornings.
But one thing you could count on was that when I got home there was soup on the back of the old wood kitchen stove. Did you know there is a thousand ways to make soup.
One soup was everything in the cellar that was getting soft was thrown in the kettle. Hey back in them days the butcher would have big knuckle bones to sell. Mom would keep maybe three on hand. No more as we had no refrigeration. She would brown the bone in a cast iron frying pan and then in the pot it went with water. There was always carrots, turnips, potato's, parsnips, onions, and canned tomato's. Any left over rice, or macaroni, or even noodles would get dumped in. What a feast it was.
Then there was the bean soup, did you know if you added left over mashed potato's to bean soup it would thicken it. Mom always used navy beans.
And of course there was potato soup, with bits of bacon in it. Lots of onions. Dad didn't like milk so she never added any to the soup.
There was some kind of German soup she would make, as she was German. It was made with a celery root and lots of leaves from the celery. I have long forgot how she did it, but it was very good.
How about Chicken soup with home made noodles. Just dump a mess of flour on the old kitchen table with the oil cloth. put some salt and a little baking powder in the pile and then make a hole in the middle and crack a few eggs in it, mix it all up good and make a ball. Let set a while, then break into pieces and roll out nice and flat. Hang over a towel on the back of the kitchen chairs till dry, Roll up and cut into noodles then hang them on the back of chairs till completely dry. Dump in soup.
Okay Its raining and time to go make some soup.
