Today’s soup was made with a feeling of informed spontaneity, by which I mean that I made today’s soup without setting out to follow a recipe.
Usually I have a soup in mind, and I shop to gather all the right ingredients. Today, however, I decided to use merely what was available in the house.
Now, last night, my wife made her wonderful meatloaf, which always provides two leftovers: meatloaf and fatty liquid that baking the meat provides. That liquid set in a jar overnight in the fridge separates to a savoury jelly below and a layer of hardened fat above. Well, I removed the fat and used the aspic and some of the meatloaf. I added the various broths from the fridge and some vegetables to hand. I created a meatloaf soup.
1 yellow onion, large and minced
2 tbsp olive oil
1 cup meatloaf savory jelly
2 cups beef broth
2 cups chicken broth
2 tbsp bacon fat
4-6 oz leftover meatloaf (or any left over meat)
1 can red beans (or any other you have around the house)
1 can green beans
1 can diced tomatoes
5 medium potatoes, julienned
2 tbsps minced garlic
1 tsp ground rosemary
Sauté onion in olive oil (about ten minutes).
Add the broths, bring to boil. Lower to simmer.
Add bacon fat and meatloaf (broken into various sizes).
Add green beans, tomatoes, and potatoes. Bring to boil, then lower to simmer.
What’s the difference between God and Bono?
God doesn’t wander around Dublin thinking he’s Bono.
Two Irishmen are sitting in a pub near the front window, which looks to a view of the most famous bordello in all of Dublin. Whilst sitting there, they see a well-known Protestant minister descending the front steps of the bordello.
“Well,” says Pat, swilling his Guinness, “what a crime. A man of the cloth, even a Protestant, should never be seen going in or out of a, you know, a house of ill repute.”
“Sure you’re apt,” says Mike.
A few minutes later, they see Rabbi Goldstein furtively making his way up the steps of the bordell.
“Oy, vey,” says Mike. “There’s another one. A Protestent and now a Jewish man of the cloth at a, you know, a house of ill repute.
The buys drink their Guinness and order another.
Then they see their own pastor, Fr. O’Phelin, making his way up the same steps.
Mike is so shocked he nearly spits outs porter, but Pat saves him by saying just in time,
“Oh, one of the whores must be dying.”
And an Irish Song
Listen to this with a glass in your hand.
And an Irish blessing:
May the saint protect ye-
An’ sorrow neglect ye,
An’ bad luck to the one
That doesn’t respect ye
t’ all that belong to ye,
An long life t’ yer honor-
That’s the end of my song t’ ye!