The soup catastrophe.....



Winter House Soup - It sounded delicious.  I couldn’t wait to make it.  But it was not to be the memorable occasion I had hoped for. 

In my mind, this recipe was sure to be a keeper. 
It looked warm and rustic.  It smelled like soup should.  It looked beautiful and golden.

We sat at the table, our soup dished into homemade bowls.  The scene was set..

...we prayed...

...we dipped our spoons in...

...we took a bite...

...I heard a faint noise from the back of my husband’s throat which caused me to look up...

...He prides himself on eating whatever is set before him....he took another bite...

....was his eyebrow twitching?

...he took another bite...

...yes, his eyebrow was twitching! 

...he took still another bite....he is supposed to be a good example you know....

My husband had brought home a special treat for the kids, to be consumed AFTER dinner.

...the kids were really looking forward to it...

...if only they could get through this meal...

Our 4 year old took a bite and began to cry!

This was bad.

Finally, after a set  number of bites each (3), we put our bowls away. 

This dinner was not to be.

UPDATE:  WE HAD THE TREAT FOR DINNER!!!!!!

I think it was the parsnip that made the soup taste strange!  Although I’m not sure. 


We all have cooking disasters at some time or another.  No one can expect to have a perfect record, especially when we provide 3 meals a day, 365 days of the year!   

Just thought I’d share

So now let me direct you to a winner of a recipe: simple and scrumptious fingerling potatoes