It appears that I am more liable to suggestion than I’d thought.
I did end up making my planned potato leek soup + pretzel dinner, and I have to say that it was surprisingly satisfying. (Even more satisfying as a lunch a couple days later.) I’d made up a batch of sourdough-sponge-started rye dough, and had the bread portion of it turn out disappointingly dense and un-fluffy *. The Boy points out that maybe I should try following a recipe sometime, and that might make things better? I countered that in fact I followed not one, but two and a half recipes for the making of this loaf. Apparently, this is not the strongest argument I could have made. (If you’re wondering, I followed the technique from Good to the Grain, the recipe (which had more rye) more or less from Artisan Bread in 5 Minutes a Day, and the starter vs dry yeast “translation” via the Internets.)
Anyway, I’d put aside a bit of the dough for to make pretzels, and I’m not sure if it was the extra couple days of proofing in the fridge, or the boiling (my guess? both) or what, but they turned out really great. Chewy without being dense, filling without being heavy.
I present: Pretzel and the Turd. My best- and worst-looking pretzels of the batch.
They were kind of a lot of work for a weeknight dinner, but well worth the effort. I’d make them again to eat (as suggested) with mustard once my soup cravings have been sated for a bit.
* Are you worried about the fate of that sad, albeit pretty, rye loaf? Don’t be. I decided to slice it up and turn it into rye crackers, mostly because I tried Laughing Cow cheese for the first time on the weekend and it’s delicious. And what better way to eat tasty cheese than on a cracker with some flavour? Exactly.
So what does any of this have to do with being suggestible? I’d planned a curry to use up the errant veggies for the week, but Tammy‘s suggestion of a “kick-ass veggie soup” (I may be paraphrasing slightly) apparently stuck with me because on my counter at this moment is a bowl of white beans soaking in preparation to make this minestrone.
Despite the fact that The Boy isn’t really a soup person (not compared to me, anyway) I’m pretty sure he won’t complain since it means we’ll be demolishing a goodly amount of crusty bread alongside it. I do love the way he loves good bread!
(I mean it you know. I do. In fact, I’m pretty sure that’s one of the cornerstones of our marriage. Although I sometimes wonder about his foodie tastes — he doesn’t like mushrooms, or congee, or get what the big deal is with dark chocolate — it warms my heart to see that he loves bread just as much as I do. Food is love, people!)
So thanks, Tammy, for the soup-y inspiration. This week is definitely inching into the cold, drizzly, drear part of Autumn, so it’s a welcome source of warmth in the house.
Rather than leave you with that fantastic image of shivering cold, however, I shall ask you this: Can you find the frolicking Cashew in the picture below?