I enjoyed both health and flavor benefits of it last year, so I decided I would try souping again this winter. So far, I’ve stuck to tried-and-true recipes that were nutritious, comforting, and yummy in my tummy. Off to a great start! And then…
I got an immersion blender for my birthday in the fall. I was itching to finally use it, so I chose this week for its maiden voyage into the soup pot with a recipe I somewhat improvised for a pumpkin-and-butternut-squash soup. I’ve made it exactly twice before, both times with different spices and in differing amounts. The first time, I loved it. The second time, I hated it. I felt confident that I remembered enough about what worked and what didn’t to achieve success on lucky time #3, but… well, you see where this is going.
My immersion blender performed admirably — nay, heroically! — but a good soup was not in the cards. It ended up being quite a thick consistency, so it’s really more of a bisque, but that isn’t ordinarily something that would put me off a soup. It’s just a little too… earthy. Or something. I can’t really explain what the problem with it is, but no matter how much I’ve been adding pumpkin seeds to or seasoning my nightly dinners (4 of 6 downed to date!), they’re progressively more unappetizing. I have to reheat the soup 2-4 times as I’m eating because as soon as it loses heat and approaches tepid, it reminds me too much of baby food and I want to gag.
I’m eating it anyway.
I typically subscribe to the credo that if you aren’t excited about your healthy food, it’s a backfire waiting to happen. When something just doesn’t hit the spot for whatever reason and you force yourself to choke it down, it makes you extra aware of the things you’d rather be eating, and 9 times out of 10, those things are diet destroyers that kick your ass all the way down the shame spiral. In this case, however, I’m doing it as a favor to past-me, who labored over a Crock Pot with an immersion blender to prepare this sad soup, and as a favor to current/immediate-future me, who is experiencing direct benefits of this week’s meal plan of which my kitchen misstep is a part. This is the end of a detox period for me, and I can feel that closing down and moving into real power-lady mode. The signs: glowing skin, quality sleep, vanished bloating, increased energy, more-positive mentality, and — TMI alert — truly excellent poops. Yeah, man: post-detox, shit gets real. 😉
Soooo, I’m sticking with this unappealing soup until the bitter end. I just have to take my medicine until the prescription runs out, and then I never have to touch the stuff again.
And next week’s menu will be better.
I have to know…did you end up getting one of those gorgeous immersion blenders we saw last summer? If so, jealous!!
I did get one! But it was a gift, so not one of the gorgeous retro ones we were drooling over… if only. I’m filing that one in my Dream Kitchen Folder.