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The Too Small Pot Incident

10/21/2011

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Cauliflower and potato soup.
Doesn’t this look delicious?  Warm and inviting?  Cozy and comforting?  Well, I can tell you my friends, the natural emotions caused by eating this bowl of soup are 100% inversely proportional to the emotional state it caused to make it.

Have you ever tried to make soup in a pot that was too small?

I’m not talking about a pot that is inconveniently too small, where you have to gently stir for fear of overspill.  I mean a pot that is way too freakin’ small.  Like, halfway through chopping your vegetables, onions sautéing, potatoes already peeled (AKA the point of no return) you realize that there ain’t no way that head of cauliflower is gonna make it in there, too.  Even after you’ve chopped it up real small.  And then all that stock on top of it.  Oh, no.  No, no, no.  This is not going to happen.  Then (if you’re me at least) you start silently panicking and searching for pots to move things into.  Because, on top of the fact that that damn pot is too small, you’re still in the middle of chopping and the bottom of the (crappy, inherited from some other poor fool) pot is starting to burn. 

That’s when it gets real.  This is when crisis mode switches into high gear.  You find a big sautée pan that is suitable for the stock.  Because, bien sûr, the French don’t sell chicken stock in a can.  It’s bullion only and bullion means you have to make the stock in – what else – another pot.  So you transfer the stock to another pot.  Then, you throw all the vegetables into the now empty stock pot.  As you race to the sink to clean out the burned bottom of the pan, you look up to see your roomie entering your room of mayhem, also known as the kitchen.  While you’d like to pretend as though you spent all that time in the kitchen bathed in Zen-like tranquility, it’s no time for delusions of grandeur here, so you keep scrubbing that damn pot.  You chat to her, she politely asks what you are making and you continue chopping cauliflower in a style that would make Edward Scissor Hands look calm.  Finally, after the chopping is done, you can add the stock, which mercifully ends your fear of more blackened cauliflower soup that you were trying desperately to avoid. 

While disaster is likely averted, you’re still doing damage control.  How do you cook one soup in two pots?  How are you supposed to flavor them right?  How do you get them to cook at an equal speed?  And why, in the name of God, did you decide that soup was such a good idea anyway?

Your roomie leaves, because she can see the disaster and has to go to class anyway.  You start to clean the bits of vegetable from every imaginable surface while your vegetables boil away.  You try to manage the quality of your soup by moving some of the soup from the first pot into the second and then vice versa.  It kind of feels like a hopeless cause.  After you’ve managed to make the kitchen look more like its once civilized self, you decide to go in for the taste.

Ugh.  If watery soup was the idea, then by golly, you’ve got it made!  But alas, it needs seasoning. And probably more stock.  And now, come to think of it, probably more bullion too.  So you add all those things.  You tinker.  You taste.  And finally, despite everything, the soup’s good.  Thank goodness.

So what’s the moral of this story?  What, you are hankering to know, is the wisdom of my fiasco.  Well, it’s this:

Make sure you have a big enough pot for your soup.

Ah, life lessons.
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My reward for the soup fiasco: Hot soup and the New York Times.
4 Comments
Karen V. link
10/20/2011 10:59:00 pm

I would never have guessed so much drama went into that beautiful looking bowl of soup! Of course, when you are traveling, you don't lug around the 500 lb. Le Creuset, do you? ;)

Great job! Now, where's that recipe? Cuz, I'm hungry!!

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Slenderella Newman
10/21/2011 12:28:09 pm

The best part about being a woman of a certain age in a long-term stable marriage is that you have lots of big pots! The worst part? The serving size and the number of servings is inversely proportional to your age. Ahh, the indignity of hormones in reverse. Good save on the soup!

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Wendy
10/21/2011 01:24:46 pm

I have to laugh. Been there done that many times.
Glad it came out. Many of mine called for pizza delivery :)

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Teresa
10/21/2011 02:03:13 pm

Americans are notoriously poor estimators. Sorry that your Canadian genes are up to par in that department. Love cauliflower soup, it looked so good.

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