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Finally got enough tomatoes and the time/wherewithall/rest of ingredients to try out this tomato basil bisque recipe.
Before putting it the blender:
After blending it and adding cream and cheese:
Verdict: is pretty damn yummy, I won't lie.
One kinda funny note - I'd forgotten to gather the basil out of the back pots before it got dark* so I had to tromp outside to get some in the rain. Since the back yard is dark as fuck and our back outside light has never worked, I opted to clip some of the basil in the boxes outside of our front window as those plants were marginally easier to see.** Ya know, thank fuck for Squire Village, complex of weirdoes. Anywhere else, I'm pretty sure a black woman skulking around in the dark in front of someone's living room window brandishing sharp things would be grounds for a suspicious 911 call. But no, the only suspicious witness to my 9pm basil clipping was Ash, who kept meowing crabbily at me because I am SO MEAN and won't let him OUTSIDE and he thinks this is TERRIBLE and CAT ABUSE and such, never mind that he's already proven he's too dumb to remember which door is his own the one time he escaped for an extended period of time. Cats, y'all. smdh.
But I digress. Soup is a success, most of it is now either freezing or just chilling in the big white box of cold downstairs. Between![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cell23 making colcannon earlier and me finding cherry slurpees at Sevs, not to mention yummy soup stuff, it's very much a comfort food night up in House Browne-Tatro.***
* this was a late night food experiment - we'd had dinner earlier.
** The cats love this, by the way - the plants have grown tall and bushy enough to allow them to observe the complex in stealth mode. When we come homecell23 and I often jokingly ask each other if the basil has eyes. Very often it does - and ears.
*** possibly also a fart like a muthafuckin' BOSS night. Cabbage'll do that.
Before putting it the blender:
After blending it and adding cream and cheese:
Verdict: is pretty damn yummy, I won't lie.
One kinda funny note - I'd forgotten to gather the basil out of the back pots before it got dark* so I had to tromp outside to get some in the rain. Since the back yard is dark as fuck and our back outside light has never worked, I opted to clip some of the basil in the boxes outside of our front window as those plants were marginally easier to see.** Ya know, thank fuck for Squire Village, complex of weirdoes. Anywhere else, I'm pretty sure a black woman skulking around in the dark in front of someone's living room window brandishing sharp things would be grounds for a suspicious 911 call. But no, the only suspicious witness to my 9pm basil clipping was Ash, who kept meowing crabbily at me because I am SO MEAN and won't let him OUTSIDE and he thinks this is TERRIBLE and CAT ABUSE and such, never mind that he's already proven he's too dumb to remember which door is his own the one time he escaped for an extended period of time. Cats, y'all. smdh.
But I digress. Soup is a success, most of it is now either freezing or just chilling in the big white box of cold downstairs. Between
cell23 making colcannon earlier and me finding cherry slurpees at Sevs, not to mention yummy soup stuff, it's very much a comfort food night up in House Browne-Tatro.**** this was a late night food experiment - we'd had dinner earlier.
** The cats love this, by the way - the plants have grown tall and bushy enough to allow them to observe the complex in stealth mode. When we come home
cell23 and I often jokingly ask each other if the basil has eyes. Very often it does - and ears.*** possibly also a fart like a muthafuckin' BOSS night. Cabbage'll do that.
