We love a bit of soup in this house. I may have mentioned it a time or 7 It’s ridiculously easy to make and yet it only crossed my mind to attempt making it in the last 3 or 4 years. I can’t even buy homemade type soups in the supermarket anymore I’ve ruined it for myself with such lovely soupiness. Now, there’s a bit of boasting for you.
This broccoli one is super easy. Or should that be souper easy. Groan. Usually soup is a bit of an empty out the fridge affair for me, but I kept this one simple.
Fry up an onion & some garlic.
Add 2 heads of broccoli chopped up small. Include stems except the really thick one & 1.5 litres of stock. As ever, I used Marigold – mostly low salt, sometimes not.
Simmer for 20 mins.
Serve with a blob of creme fraiche & some crushed chilli flakes. (I think I would add a red chilli into this recipe at the start if it wasn’t for a toddler too).
Enjoy while listening to the shoutiest boy I know screech blooooooopppp before every spoonful.
Then be smug because you have enough for lunch in work the next day too.
“Mama I see! I see!” half dragging half pushing his stool over to the counter.
“Stir in the bowl” I hand him a wooden spoon.
“Chheeeeeeessse! More cheeese” as he bites off part of a carefully weighed ingredient and I snatch it from him. Okay that’s not true, it’s the more the ‘that’ll be enough that bit that’s left there’ school of cooking.
Buttons on coffee machine & kettle are pushed, weighing scales upended, toy tools are carefully fed lumps of mashed black eyed bean and all the while I try to keep the show on the road and the child out of danger.
Ta-da! Quesadilla! With extra mashed up avocado inside!
Didn’t touch them.
These are in fact delicious and we’ve eaten them up lots of times, with whatever tinned beans that seem like they might be vaguely mexican oriented in the cupboard – black beans, black eyed beans, kidney beans. Its a Domini Kemp recipe from the Irish Times but as it’s over a year old you’ve to pay to see it so here it is here.
This would serve 4-6 as a light snack. Serve them on their own or else purée a couple of avocados with some garlic, a splash of Tabasco sauce, a squeeze of lime juice and some salt and pepper for an easy dip.
1 tin (400 g) black beans
100ml crème fraîche (approximately)
80g strong cheddar, grated
1 clove garlic, peeled and crushed
Salt and pepper
4 flour tortillas
This couldn’t be simpler. If you want to jazz it up for grown-ups, then add a pinch of ground cumin or ground coriander or chilli flakes to the black beans. Preheat an oven to 200 degrees/gas mark six. Drain and rinse the black beans. Mash them to a bit of a lumpy paste with a potato masher. Add the crème fraîche, cheese, garlic, and season well. Mush them up a bit more.
Oil a roasting tray. Place a tortilla on the oiled roasting tray and spoon half the mixture into a circle on the tortilla, leaving a good three-centimetre rim around the outside. Smooth it down, top with another tortilla and smear or brush the top with some more olive oil. Bake until it’s crisp on the bottom (eight minutes or so). Flip it over, bake for another few minutes then remove from the oven and place on a chopping board. Allow it to cool and settle for a moment, before slicing and serving.
These are so easy you could just set up a mini conveyor belt and keep churning them out. You will be very popular.
My daddy makes me the best dinners. He got me from the creche last night when mamma was still in work and we went home and played for a while we did trains and jumping. Then he went to the kitchen to make dinner and one Handy Manny later it was ready. We had sausages and then out of the white beeping box we had potatoes, carrots & broccoli. I nommed it up. Sausages are new to me, mamma won’t eat them with me and dadda but sometimes she has special ones from the brrrfreezer and dadda and me eat them too.
Today my mammy chopped up 2 big oberjeans and put them in the dangeroushotoven. Mostly I like to see what she’s doing but it was taking her ages today and I didn’t bother. There were tomatoes and pasta too and cheese on top and it took so much time that I had a bath and everything. Then we all had dinner together. Doma had dinner and dadda had dinner and mamma had dinner but only mamma loved dinner. I don’t think dadda likes oberjeans very much and I said my tooth hurt and it was better when I had milk then my other tooth hurt and I drank more milk and it was better so I stopped eating dinner and had a yogurt and mamma said she thought i mean my tung hurt and she shouldn’t have put chilli in the dinner.