Okay, to be honest, it wasn’t really necessity so much as I was in the mood for tomato soup and I had already promised it.
It went something like this.
Every day that my contractor and friend Jay works, I make sure to feed her lunch. Often it is leftovers, but we didn’t have anything except chicken salad, and so yesterday I suggested grilled cheese sandwiches and, thinking I had some, Tomato and Roasted Red Pepper Soup from Trader Joe’s. Jay’s wife, Michelle was there, and she made sounds of approval at the mention of tomato soup.
I went through the pantry and fridge three times before giving up. There was no tomato soup.
“Why don’t I try and make some?” I thought to myself, “How hard could it be?”
I looked at a recipe in one of my cookbooks, got the general idea of it (tomatoes, cream, and spices), and started pulling out supplies. I didn’t have any fresh tomatoes, but I figured diced canned tomatoes would work.
That’s probably more of the “necessity is the mother of invention” – don’t have fresh tomatoes? Use canned!
Here is the recipe I came up with:
- 2 cans diced tomatoes with juice
- 1 cup heavy cream
- 1 ounce sundried tomatoes (I used some stored in oil)
- 1 Tbsp parsley
- 2 tsp Better Than Bouillon vegetable base
- 1/2 tsp basil
- 1/2 tsp oregano
- 1/4 tsp fresh-ground pepper
Put the ingredients into a blender or food processor and puree. Heat the puree in a saucepan on the stove just until it boils. Serve with fresh bread or grilled cheese sandwiches.
I’m never buying pre-made again. This was so easy and stomach-filling good!
Now Anyone Can Find It
In my bathing retreat on the main floor are some shelves my uncle once made. He passed away around seven or eight years ago, and I am lucky enough to have several handmade pieces of his. These are simple shelves, and I am sorely lacking for storage space in the main level bathroom, so I store things in baskets.
The problem is, no one but me knows where to find anything.
“Ask Mama where the hand towels are.”
“Christine, where are the light bulbs?”
“Mama, I didn’t know where my bath towel was, so I used yours.”
I pulled out some of my old Encyclopedia Brittanica pages and used a little Mod Podge on some gift tags. After they dried overnight, I wrote the categories on the tags and tied them with a little twine onto the baskets.
And to my family I say, “Here’s your sign!”