In an effort to be more cost conscious, I decided to try to make the soup at home for myself. The great idea came from Pinterest. I'm starting to believe that the people who make mock versions of restaurant quality food on this site are housewives who have degrees from culinary school. I picture them sitting at home laughing their butts off knowing that the pretty pic that they posted of their masterpiece is not attainable for regular folks like us. I digress. I grabbed the recipe off of Pinterest, purchased all of the ingredients and started cooking late one Friday night.
I followed the recipe and ingredients to a tee. I really wanted it to taste just like the Carrabba's option that I love so much. The only thing that I did different was add chicken stock in addition to the water. All of the peppers and onions were chopped. I thawed the chicken breasts and prepared them as well. I even decided to add an apple crisp for dessert...I'm fancy huh?! LOL!
Just as I was adding all of the ingredients together and getting to the "simmer for two hours" instructions...ring...ring...my cell goes off. My bros hit me up and said that they were headed out for the night and I needed to come through. My favorite band was going to be there too! Hmm....what to do...what to do? My soup was just hitting it's stride. On the flip side, my single social life often times needs mouth to mouth and has no stride at all. What to do, what to do?!
I made the decision. I kept cooking the soup while I went upstairs and got jazzy. Once the hounds tooth leggings, red lipstick, simple cat eye and black boots were on; I checked on my mini masterpiece. It was still cooking nicely and very close to being done. I was so proud. But I needed to get out. I turned off the stove and covered the pot. My thought was that it would continue to cook from it's own heat while I was away for an hour...or three.
A few hours later when I returned with sore feet and a jumbo slice from U Street; I took off the lid to check on the soup and was pleasantly surprised! It had cooked and blended together to perfection. I grabbed a small bowl and a spoon and took a quick taste. I began to dance in the kitchen. IN YOUR FACE PINTEREST! I had done it!!! It was the restaurant quality. It was warm and good and the chicken was cooked to perfection. It was EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED....except that I felt that it needed a lil bit more water...the potatoes had gotten a lil starchy for me. I decided to add a cup of water and turn the eye on the lowest setting to allow it to be perfect. In the mean time, I sat down on the couch and caught up on a few shows on my DVR. This is where the story takes a turn for the worse...brace yourselves.
4 HOURS LATER I woke up to a strange smell. I didn't remember even falling asleep on the sofa. But something didn't smell quite right. I sat up and began to sniff. Suddenly it hit me...MY SOUP! I ran into the kitchen. I found a completely burnt pan and soup that had zero water and was heavily crusted to the bottom of the pot. I tried to pick out a carrot or a piece of chicken with hope. No deal. To top it off, the house STUNK. It smelled like burnt throw-up. My soup looked like burn throw-up. Did I say that my whole house STUNK!? I had to immediately get the pan outside and try to air out my house. The smell had seeped into my sofa and all. It was a nightmare...and my SOUP! My precious precious soup. It was a disaster. In the famous words from Seinfeld, "NO SOUP FOR YOU!".
What did I learn from this fiasco? Clubbing and cooking DO NOT MIX. That's simple enough to remember. I was disgusted with the whole scene. Not to mention all of the time that it took me to make and burn my creation. However, three weeks later I made another batch and was certain to turn down any last minute options to shake a tail feather or attempt to be overly great with it.
I did forget to mention that the apple crisp turned out GREAT. So it wasn't a full epic fail! When you're being selfishly single, you sometimes have to make some choices. Do I stay in and play B. Smith or do I go out and party like a rock star? Regardless, wisdom says to NEVER make last minute changes to a soup at 4AM after you have been out all night. YOU WILL FALL ASLEEP. But the awesome part about being selfishly single is that when the food was burnt and stuck to the bottom of that pan and I had no plan for dinner the next day....I had no one to worry about but me. No one was upset that I had burnt dinner. While that may sound selfish to some...it sounds like pure burnt bliss to me.
I'll see you in the kitchen,