The sugary smell of springtime

May 12, 2009 § 3 Comments

Patti’s Super Secret Broccoli/Veggie Soup recipe!

feeds one, or two if you make some garlic bread
500g thing of broccoli
600ml/two mugs of hot chicken broth
1 onion
1 clove of garlic
1 thing of Crème Fraiche
1/2 pack of Feta cheese
salt, pepper

4 slices of white bread
garlic salt

Cut broccoli flowers off and in reasonably even-sized chunks. Depending on your hunger, peel stem and also cut up.


Dice onion and garlic.


Dice feta. Heat some olive oil in a pot, put in onion and garlic. After about a minute, add broccoli. Pour broth in, let boil for about 8-10 minutes, until broccoli is done.


In the meantime, mix butter and garlic salt to achieve desired garliciness. Optionally, chop some garlic and add. Lay bread on cookie sheet, butter generously, shove in the oven at around 180°C for about 10 minutes or until nice and toasty.

When broccoli is done, add crème fraiche, feta, salt and pepper.


Using hand held/immersion blender, blend until only a few chunks are left.


Serve hot, with garlic bread on the side.


For extremely awesome variation, substitute broccoli with sweet potatoes, use less broth, and add a chili pepper about 1/3 into the cooking time. It’s the perfect surprise soup – first sweet and creamy, and then the chili kicks in!

(I make some form of this soup at least once a week, I have to admit. I love it.)


Also, on another note, I’ve been feeling kind of mopey all day. I didn’t even knit – well, one needle of the Caramel socks, but that’s so little it doesn’t even count.

BUT I cleaned up my room (minus the desk, but eh), vacuumed, did Portuguese homework and waited for the janitor to find out it’s not our fault there’s water dripping from the bathroom ceiling in the apartment below us. I also didn’t go to any of my classes at all because of said janitor, who has a very limited time frame for stuff like that, for whatever reason.

I also called my grandma, and she was telling me how lovely I looked the other weekend when we went out to dinner, when I was wearing my little black dress and the Sand Shawl with it.

“However, honey, it would look so much nicer if you made your next shawl in a more… colorful yarn. Like orange. Or lilac!”
“Granny. I don’t do violet.”
“No, not violet! LILAC!”

… -.- Yes, I’m aware lilac and violet aren’t precisely the same shade, but they’re still one color family. The one color family I actively boycott. (Well, mostly. I admit to having one purple blouse, one violet skein of sock yarn, and a berry-colored scarf, but these were all bought in moments where I had an acute lapse of reason. Though I do look pretty cute in that purple blouse.)


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§ 3 Responses to The sugary smell of springtime

  • You *don’t* like purple? Blasphemy!

    Mmm, thanks for the soup recipe =).

  • bollwerk says:

    sounds great. so, i woulnd’t do it with broccoli, but this is my personal taste (coming from my childhood? who knows….).
    will you visit us at pentecost’s when the funny wool festival is taking place? this would be so nice to see you there…

  • wollphilie says:

    no, I don’t like purple. at all. if you met me IRL, you’d be able to tell after two minutes of seeing me that I’m just not the kind of person that likes purple.

    Klemens, try it with sweet potatoes then! It’s AMAZING if you like spicy. Also I will of course come to the wool festival, it’s firmly in my plans. It’s actually the reason for my current yarn diet! I’ve been meaning to pop by the Strickcafe forever now, maybe someday either in May or after the festival I’ll be able to remember until it’s too late :P

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