I'm sure we've all tried to make that perfect home cooked meal that our parents made growing up (The key word here is tried). Because lets be real, it never tastes the same as mom or dads homemade masterpiece.
You know that delicious hot bowl of homemade chicken vegetable soup on a cold winter's day? It was always our a speciality my dad made after our figure skating practices in the long winter evenings.
Moving out of my parents house for University meant, learning how to cook. It's funny because it's been 5 years and I'm still learning. hah. But, can I say that I am much better now than I was then.
So, sit back and relax, grab some popcorn ( *gasp* did she just say popcorn? Yes guys, us nutrition majors like popcorn too, okay?) Here's a little story of my first experience cooking my dads special homemade soup.
Flashback to 2014, I decided to cook dinner for my older sister and I on a cold winters day. A nice bowl of soup would be so delicious (High expectations there, Kat). My sister told me some instructions and away I went. First step: cooking the broth.
How proud was I? The proudest of them all - my first pot of soup made for my older sister and I. I’ve watched my mom and dad make soup hundreds of time, I got this under control (so I thought).
Now, in case some of you may not know, when you purchase a pot, a lid comes with that pot. That lid is for using when you cook (Kat). The lid, I discovered this day, is sometimes the make - it or break -it for your perfect pot of soup.
Now, being the responsible student I am (wow, best sister and best student award), I decided to leave the soup on the stove while it cooked, and then check back on it in about 30 minutes. People do this all the time, what could go wrong? Uh, everything?
Thirty minutes later
I step into the kitchen - condensation fills all four windows.
I’m proud because 30 minutes have passed and my older sister will home soon to taste our yummy soup, but… I’m confused. Why? Because half of the water in the pot is now gone, everything around the stove looks completely dry and then I realize…
My phone vibrates and my ringer sounds. It’s my older sister.
“How’s the soup? I’m almost home”
I think, how’s the soup? Well, considering it is my first time making it - great! Though, we lost half of the water, I will just add some new water back , this way we will have a full pot of soup (great thinking, Kat).
I answer calmly “Good I think!”
I know I’ve made a mistake. Why? Because half of my soup is missing, man.
My sister walks inside, completely confused by the condensation on every window.
I stand looking down at the pot on the stove that is half empty now.
“Where's the lid?” She asks.
“What lid? What do you mean?” Oh no.
"Katherine ( my full name, I know it doesn't look good) - the lid. The water is all gone"
“Well of course the water is all gone! That’s why we have to add more water!” I say, as I try to hold my laugh in because, obviously, I was supposed to use the lid.
“Oh boy. It’s not really the way it works, Katherine” I hear disappointment in her voice. I am filled with some sort of joy though, because I just (almost) made my first pot of soup!
The worst thing that could happen is we eat sandwiches okay? okay.
We got our soup back after many phrases of, "How was I supposed to know?"
We added in some extra water and spices. It definitely didn't taste like my dads, but hey, I learned some lessons. Maybe you can learn these too (before you make your first pot of soup):
1. Ask questions:
If you don’t know, just ask. Well in this case, I didn't really think about it but I should have asked. So, since that pot of soup, I’ve called my parents hundreds of times to make sure I get it right the first time.
2. Don’t assume:
This lesson isn’t for me, but for all those people out there who tell someone how to make a recipe. Don’t assume we know everything - you leave one step out and you'll end up in a cooking catastrophe, too.
3. Think Kat, think:
I mean, now that I look back, I should have really thought it through. Water? Boiling temperature? Steam? Put them all together and what do you need? That’s right folks, a lid (for soup anyway).
Share your cooking mishaps below in the comment section! Don’t worry, it can’t be any worse than the time my sister baked cookies for 8 hours instead of 8 minutes.
Until the next blog,