I can assure you, though, the soup is not gross. Travis knows that, he has eaten it countless times. And it doesn't take a long time to make, either, I just have had some busy-ness going on lately and our dinners have maybe consisted of such novelties as frozen chicken pot pies and the like.
I know. But there is something about the winter that makes me buy those little .50 cent pies. And I confirmed with a friend--she buys them in the winter, too, so it is not just me.
I wanted to make the soup and post a picture, but since I haven't made it yet, and you should, here is the recipe that I received indirectly from Christy Astorga through a church compiled cookbook, so these are her directions, which I think suit the soup just fine:
1 T. olive oil
1 large onion, chopped
1 medium stalk celery, chopped
2 medium carrots, chopped
4 cloves garlic, minced
2 T. chili powder
1 T. ground cumin
1/4 t. pepper
3 14 oz. cans of chicken broth
4 15 oz. cans of black beans, drained and rinsed
1 15 oz. can of corn, drained
1 16 oz. jar of mild salsa
Saute onion, carrots, and garlic in oil for 5 minutes. Add chili powder, cumin, and pepper - cook 1 minute more. Stir in broth, 2 cans of black beans, and the corn. Heat to boil. Put other 2 cans of black beans and salsa in a food processor or blender until smooth and then add rest of ingredients. Simmer 15 minutes. Serves 6.
Back to me. I like a chunkier soup so I don't process my salsa and black beans completely smooth and I always add a little kick - cayenne or crushed red pepper to the veggies as they are saute-ing. As for garnish, we top our soup with tortilla chips, shredded cheese, and sour cream. Oh, and you can sub the chicken broth for vegetable broth if vegetarianism is your thing. It's good either way.
I will be gone for an undisclosed amount of time. My Christmas present came a little early and I will be moving all my earthly belongings into our new house starting tonight. Let's see...this makes move number 13 in 8 years. But, this move is permanent since it seems we are signing pretty much everything but the kitchen sink (and maybe that, too) in the bazillion forms that are necessary, so I am calling move number 13 the *lucky move number 13. I was born on the 13th after all, on a Friday no less. (That last one might not be true).
And if you want to know something that is even WEIRDer, we moved from Brown County back to Evansville exactly one year to the day: Decemeber 18. It's a pretty rad story full of modern-day miracles and amazing blessings if you ask me. I will write it for you sometime because stories like that should be shared, right?
So the next time I write on this little pet blog of mine, I will be sitting next to a roaring fire in OUR fireplace looking out OUR window into OUR backyard contemplating the Spring and what we are going to plant in OUR already dedicated raised beds, among other some such things that go along with owning a home.