After a very low-key day with Baby A, this evening we ate Creamy Spinach Soup with Fontina Toast. On another melting hot day in our very, very warm house, we not only made a great big pot of soup, but we also put the grill on to make fancy-pants cheese on toast. The soup is essentially the same as yesterday, replacing the frozen peas with frozen spinach. With one exception, the process is exactly the same. Yesterday we added the frozen peas to the warm pan with the onion and garlic, and stirred them until defrosted. Today we were to defrost and dry the frozen spinach before adding it to the warm pan with the onions and garlic. I defrosted the spinach in the microwave, but the common consensus was that it was ridiculous to dry the spinach on a kitchen towel to get rid of any excess liquid, given that we were making a soup. The toasts were identical to those we made yesterday, but using fontina rather than parmigiano cheese.
The soup is not quite as fabulous as the pea version, but it is still pretty tasty. The pea soup was sweet and a little spicy, and the garlic, onions, thyme and chicken stock were all detectable notes in the flavour. This soup tasted predominantly of spinach; it was very difficult to pick out any other elements. It was much more swampy and a little bitter. And it really sticks in your teeth, which is always prety. It was not unpleasant but the pea soup was tremendous. Perhaps some freshly grated nutmeg would have helped matters. The toasts were great. In future all cheese on toast should have pieces of chopped bacon floating in there.
Tomorrow we make version 3: Creamy Broccoli Soup with Cheddar and Chive Toast. And then we will construct a green vegetable colour wheel. Maybe Baby A would like to participate; we are in need of activities to replace the constant trecking to the park to go on the slides and swings. It is so hot out there for us fair-skinned girls; I got a mild sunburn in about twenty minutes this morning. Obviously we shouldn’t just be coating Baby A in sunscreen. We did have a fun time this afternoon on a porch with buckets of water and a stack of Tupperware containers. Baby A was “cooking gnocchi” which is also what she cooks in the bath with a measuring cup and some bubble bath. This afternoons’ cooking process involved taking containers full of cold water and pouring them over herself then laughing hysterically. If only cooking was always that exciting. Although I’d rather not be doing it wearing nothing but a diaper.