Hi again again! See? I really am back, if not a little sluggish.
To pick up where we last left off, I am a longtime, health conscious vegan who went mildly astray. But not all at once. Things got drastic when I started hanging out with this guy:
Discounting the fact that he has put me “in the family way” on more than one occasion, my main veggie-beef with the manfriend is that eating with a person who is exactly 1.056ft taller than you–with a very appealing frame to match–will eventually give you a terribly skewed perception as to what you-sized portions really look like. Seriously, my husband is a machine, a vegetarian Takeru Kobayashi that makes ridiculous serving sizes appear completely reasonable by comparison. And, boy oh boy, did I do a great–nay, fantasmic– job keeping pace for nearly 8 years. But stupid genetics caught up with me after all. Who knew consuming 23 botched potstickers could have ill effects?
How did I break the cycle? Why, the flu, of course! Do you like graphic disgustingness on a food blog? Well, you’re getting it, but don’t fret–you will be rewarded with visions of tummy friendly soup soon enough. Basically, my kid puked in my mouth. Really puked. Like hard. And with fervour. It was as awful as it sounds, happened in a public place and tasted of peanut butter. A trifecta of a.m.a.z.i.n.g!!!!!! This happened right about the time that I realised I fell off the scaffolding of healthful eating and I seized the opportunity to exploit my flu-influenced fear of solid food to hunker down for a total diet overhaul. After all, what could possibly inspire better health choices more than a mouthful of toddler vomit?
I’ve always had a rough go coming back from the flu, but this time was different. It was a glorious puzzle waiting to be unfurled. Rather than forcing my body to eat like it used to even if it wasn’t ready or even necessary, I just slowed down; I succumbed to my cravings and stopped after one serving. If I was hungry 20 minutes later, I went back for more. And what did I crave? Soups, soups and more soups! Tummy hugging, veggie exploding, every flavour you can imagine soups. I positively reveled in soups of all sorts–started with broth, moved up to miso, graduating to minestrones, then dahls, then bisques and stews. If this sounds boring to you, then you have not explored the wonder and majesty that is the one pot meal. There is a reason soup is synonymous with healing and comfort food: it’s warm, it’s sultry and it is everything you want it to be with none of the nasty baggage, if you prepare it right:
So, as I train for the TC 10k, I am on a double S&M diet: luscious Soups, crazy huge Salads and lots of Munching in between. And I feel fabulous! “And what about the Purple Potato Soup?” you gasp. Well, I made the recipe almost as suggested (recipe found in Color Me Vegan, by Coleen Patrick Goudreau), but I upped the garlic to 4 cloves and the broth to four cups rather than two. I also cooked mine in the pressure cooker for 8 minutes instead of simmering and added a hearty helping of crushed red chillies and hungarian paprika to the mix. We still found the soup to be crazy bland on day one; ample doses of sriracha and sambal olek helped. By day two the flavours had matured (and the colour blued up–see above), so outside flavour assistance wasn’t quite as necessary, but still greatly appreciated.
Would I make this recipe again? Not as written, per se. But the purple potatoes are so dramatic and the cauliflower such a delicate and delicious accompaniment, I will definitely play with the concept and get back to y’all.