I don't know how you guys think......
But do you ever lay awake at night, in those quiet moments and wonder about "Big Picture" stuff?
Life - Death - Purpose - Loyalty
Recently I was stretched out on the couch, laying there with my chihuahua (Deedle - Deedle) and I asked myself if I give average looking girls the same attention as the beautiful women.
I shook the idea around a bit in my head, and then Deedle - Deedle began grunting, and then he and I began to bob in and out of sleep.
Then I pictured myself being in heaven, and all the souls of every person who lived were lined up in neat rows, and all these souls were vapor like, and housed in plexi glass cubes.
The souls didn't talk, but in some weird way.....I could tell they were communicating.
Then it occured to me that there weren't any eye's or hair attached to these entities, how was I to know which ones were the pretty ones.
Then I woke up, and I kinda felt ashamed, as Deedle - Deedle and I spooned in front of an ESPN Sports Center rebroadcast.....it ocured to me.
Placing value on appearance over content of the heart and soul is not only shallow, but if I were God, I would make it punishable.
Food can kinda be like that too, often times people put things on their plates and in their bowls because they look wonderful.
Recently.....I was over at a Pollack bakery talking with the staff when one of the employees offered me lunch.
A tray was handed to me, their was sausage, bread, boiled red cabbbage and a bowl of soup.
If you've followed this Blog for any time, you know Klecko is a soup junkie.
So when I stared into the bowl and saw something that I had never seen before, I was surprised.
This soup wasn't just an Eastern Euro soup....it was the Ugly Duckling of not only all soups, but it might have been this ugliest thing to ever crawl into a bowl.
The creamed broth had that muted brown color of baby poo, and amongst this baby poo appeared to be shredded sea weed.
I would be a liar if I told you I wasn't afraid to sample this gesture of friendship, I was...but I did try it.
PRAISE BE TO THE SAINT OF WARSAW!
It may have been one of the greatest flavors I've ever experienced.
How deceaving appearances can be.
The soup is called Sorrel (rhymes with Moral), and is a fave of Jews and Eastern Euro's.
The Sorrel leaves are kinda big and shaped like Lancelot's shield, so it is best the chop them fine.
As I slurped in this tangy greatness, the guy who gave it to me told me that one of the older women that had worked their for years grew the restaurants Sorrel supply in her garden.
When I went home, I Googled Jewish and Russian Blogs getting opinions on this spectacular herb, and found out that it only gets one bloom in the late spring.
Some of my sources indacated that the French also have a Sorrel plant that is more domesticated and smaller in size, but this version lacks some of the lemon "POP" that the wild version contains.
The following is submitted for your enjoyment L.A.B. Rats....don't say I never gave you anything, and remember.......all of us are beautiful.....right?
Sorrel Soup
1 pound Sorrel Leaves, washed and stemmed
(if you run a little short you can add spinach)
2 tablespoon Butter
1 Potato diced
1 Onion diced
4 cups Chicken Stock
2 cups Heavy Cream
Salt to taste
2 tablespoons of Sugar
Juice of a Lemon
................................................................................
Melt your butter and saute your sorrel, onions until the sorrel wilts.
Add the potato and simmer until tender.
Remove from the burner and stir in the sugar and lemon juice.
Stir in the cream
*I have not seen many versions were pepper is used, however.....I think it would be savage to exclude God's favorite ingredient.
Good Luck
But do you ever lay awake at night, in those quiet moments and wonder about "Big Picture" stuff?
Life - Death - Purpose - Loyalty
Recently I was stretched out on the couch, laying there with my chihuahua (Deedle - Deedle) and I asked myself if I give average looking girls the same attention as the beautiful women.
I shook the idea around a bit in my head, and then Deedle - Deedle began grunting, and then he and I began to bob in and out of sleep.
Then I pictured myself being in heaven, and all the souls of every person who lived were lined up in neat rows, and all these souls were vapor like, and housed in plexi glass cubes.
The souls didn't talk, but in some weird way.....I could tell they were communicating.
Then it occured to me that there weren't any eye's or hair attached to these entities, how was I to know which ones were the pretty ones.
Then I woke up, and I kinda felt ashamed, as Deedle - Deedle and I spooned in front of an ESPN Sports Center rebroadcast.....it ocured to me.
Placing value on appearance over content of the heart and soul is not only shallow, but if I were God, I would make it punishable.
Food can kinda be like that too, often times people put things on their plates and in their bowls because they look wonderful.
Recently.....I was over at a Pollack bakery talking with the staff when one of the employees offered me lunch.
A tray was handed to me, their was sausage, bread, boiled red cabbbage and a bowl of soup.
If you've followed this Blog for any time, you know Klecko is a soup junkie.
So when I stared into the bowl and saw something that I had never seen before, I was surprised.
This soup wasn't just an Eastern Euro soup....it was the Ugly Duckling of not only all soups, but it might have been this ugliest thing to ever crawl into a bowl.
The creamed broth had that muted brown color of baby poo, and amongst this baby poo appeared to be shredded sea weed.
I would be a liar if I told you I wasn't afraid to sample this gesture of friendship, I was...but I did try it.
PRAISE BE TO THE SAINT OF WARSAW!
It may have been one of the greatest flavors I've ever experienced.
How deceaving appearances can be.
The soup is called Sorrel (rhymes with Moral), and is a fave of Jews and Eastern Euro's.
The Sorrel leaves are kinda big and shaped like Lancelot's shield, so it is best the chop them fine.
As I slurped in this tangy greatness, the guy who gave it to me told me that one of the older women that had worked their for years grew the restaurants Sorrel supply in her garden.
When I went home, I Googled Jewish and Russian Blogs getting opinions on this spectacular herb, and found out that it only gets one bloom in the late spring.
Some of my sources indacated that the French also have a Sorrel plant that is more domesticated and smaller in size, but this version lacks some of the lemon "POP" that the wild version contains.
The following is submitted for your enjoyment L.A.B. Rats....don't say I never gave you anything, and remember.......all of us are beautiful.....right?
Sorrel Soup
1 pound Sorrel Leaves, washed and stemmed
(if you run a little short you can add spinach)
2 tablespoon Butter
1 Potato diced
1 Onion diced
4 cups Chicken Stock
2 cups Heavy Cream
Salt to taste
2 tablespoons of Sugar
Juice of a Lemon
................................................................................
Melt your butter and saute your sorrel, onions until the sorrel wilts.
Add the potato and simmer until tender.
Remove from the burner and stir in the sugar and lemon juice.
Stir in the cream
*I have not seen many versions were pepper is used, however.....I think it would be savage to exclude God's favorite ingredient.
Good Luck
"as Deedle - Deedle and I spooned in front of an ESPN Sports Center rebroadcast" ... It is for lines like this that I love you.
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DeleteI hope you will share your love...with Deedle-Deedle
DeleteDude... You continue to make me laugh.
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