Stomachy goodness.

[emsk]

We all know that I love to cook. And I have to say, one of the best things about living on my own? I get to cook food that I love to eat. Living with Mum, I always had to account for her stomach. I didn’t mind, don’t get me wrong. But, it was always there.

But now, I can experiment with complete abandon. And indeed, I am!

There was Tuesday’s “Bung half a chicken in a pot with some other stuff*. See what happens.” After said experiment turned out to be a) very nice and b) extremely large, I invited Jamie around to help me deal with the results.

Four meals later, I decided it was so nice that I experimented again on Thursday.

Eight meals of that later, I experimented further on Sunday.

It started life as soup. But… this is me. I throw in one thing and another, and I forget what I’ve used. So it’s thick, and sludgy, and could actually be eaten with a fork. We therefore deemed it Souparole. Casseroled soup? Souped-up casserole? Take your pick.

But it’s a good name, is it not? Indeed, should my dinner ever choose to write “The Magic Schoolbus: My Tribute to The Human Body”, Souparole is certainly the nom de plumé it would choose.

*Said Stuff: chicken potato golden kumara noodles sour cream peas beans carrots spices. Thursday? Sausages potato kumara pumpkin peas carrots spices noodles spaghetti. Sunday? Sausages potato pumpkin kumara tomatoes peas carrots mushrooms corn spice noodles rice baked beans. I know it sounds bizarre. But ohhhh. Happy tummy!

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