Friday 2 September 2011

Butternut soup

It's Friday.  It’s Spring.  There’s finally colour and an air of hope floating amongst the long, hard year.
Thought I would share my mom’s butternut soup recipe.  One for you, two for me and nothing for free.
Easy as pie (and less fattening too)
Val’s Butternut Soup
Serves 4 (2 ladies and 2 them’s)

1.       One whole butternut (skinned and cut into chunks) or a bag of butternut
2.       Steam the butternut
3.       One onion, chopped finely and fried in a little butter
4.       Half a block of chicken stock dissolved into a cup of hot water
5.       Combine all of the above by blending (I usually add the onion and chicken stock to the butternut  pot = less washing up)
6.       Once it looks like butternut soup should look, place back on the stove on medium heat and season well.
7.       Add half a punet of cream and keep stirring. 
8.       Put other half of cream in a jug for those more fortunate enough to indulge in a dollop of decoration on top of their soup
9.       Turn up the heat right before serving. 
10.   Served best (trust me on this!) with Woolies Portuguese oven rolls. 
And viola, the easiest, yummiest, happiest soup you’ve ever made.

Thursday 1 September 2011

Spring has sprung

Today I blog.  Who knows why I chose today but maybe Spring Day rejuvenated my stale and somewhat drunk mind.  I have this fear of losing the ability to write a personal letter or sign a card.  I embrace technology at the same time I smack my keyboard in the face.

A little bit about me (I was ‘learnt’ that an introduction is the way to begin), yeah I hate talking about myself but get me started and I can’t pull the brakes.  I have a colourful family in the personality scheme of things.  That little BIG chapter we’ll save for a rainy day ‘cos it’ll require a bottle of red (I don’t do glasses these days, I’m 30 and excessive) and a bowl of popcorn.  I am an animanimal lover and rate animals needs above human greed.  Yes I have my black ribbon on my car in support of our horny friends.  Do you?  My absolute favourite furry is my bundle of dog Burt.  Burt is a Sharpei but goes by the name Scarface, see pic below... exactly.  I live for adventure, the real deal edgie kind, and get an absolute butt kick out of a hard run on the road.  For as long as I breathe the Jhb smog into my lungs I will need to exercise.  If not, I will be the one they film whilst being cut out of their house due to the big momma size and all the fudge and nougat I’ve hidden between the rolls of flab.  I don’t hold back when it comes to good food.  Just sayin'.  I can only hope one day I am as hot as my mom is in the kitchen.  She has taught me some of the most amazing tasting dishes that with a little bribery I might share.

I am a Durbanite born and bred.  I moved to Jhb 2 years ago via a ‘forced’ transfer and although I still have a love hate relationship with the lack of greenery in the business hub of our country, I endeavour to fall in love with my foreign space and make it a little home away from home.

I am an Executive PA, yes I added the Executive at my own consent due to the fact that I have no ambition to be anything further than a housewife one day (shhh don’t tell the bf).  I love children and have done my fair bit of au-pairing to know that I want my own to spank one day.

If you are wondering why I am here, I’m wondering the same thing but a very clever roomie decide it was high time I get my thoughts on invisible paper.  So here goes.  Hope you enjoy the company.

Peace. Love. Happiness.