A couple of weeks ago, I had my anniversary dinner at a French restaurant called Liaison Bistro. I can’t remember the last time I ate so well. Actually, I can’t even remember the last time my husband and I went on a date without a child. I ordered a sole stuffed with crab drowned in cream. I’m sure there was a much fancier name for it, but that describes it perfectly.
Anyways I had a craving this week for some creamy soup to fill the void of waiting another year to have a meal like that. My husband recently bought the nutri-bullet, his electronic of the month, and has been suggesting that I use it for more than smoothies. I swear he should be a spokesperson for all of these products, because it seems like he memorizes the manual to make my life miserable. He wanted me to make a potato soup, but I didn’t have any in the pantry. I decided to use cauliflower instead since there was some rotting away in my fridge. I also added carrots for texture and color. Finally, I threw in some garlic for flavor.
Afterwards I threw them into the bullet and blended them all together until silky smooth. I poured it back into the pot after putting a little bit in a bowl for my son. He was ok with it, but it might have still been hot. Oops.
I added cream and let it boil while I stir-fried some shrimp.
I wanted that seafood flavor like I had at the restaurant. Finally, it was all ready to eat.
My daughter thought it was delicious and ate her whole bowl. The next day, my husband tried my son’s baby food and said it had “very good flavor.” And this was eating it cold without the cream and shrimp, so I figured I received his approval.