Beefy Brown Onion Soup For The Ego
“Don’t worry, we all look terrible with these masks on Maricha.” Said an acquaintance I greeted in the grocery store today. All I’d said was “Ha-wow!” as my mask ballooned into my mouth. It was clear she didn’t recognise me at all. My medical gloves made a painful snap as I pulled them on. I winced twice.
I didn’t think I looked that bad when I gave myself the once over this morning. With my red beany, to keep my ears under wraps, and matching scarf thrown casually around my neck, I thought I looked quite sassy. What I have realised in these times of Covid 19 and masks is that I need to lip-read. Puzzlement was etched on our faces as we realised we couldn't hear properly. She stepped forward and repeated herself. By now, my spectacles had misted over, not only could I not hear her I couldn’t see her through the fog either. I was at a loss while I tried de-misting my multi-focal.
Modern motor cars are equipped with a most beautiful thing, they can tell us how cold it is. I hurriedly jumped into my vehicle, expecting the temperature to be well below freezing this morning. A light dusting of snow on our mountains is a testament to icy weather. It was my intent to immediately let my children know how “freezing” it was, only to see it was 15֠C at 10H00. “Spring”, my smart Alec son would’ve told me. I am keeping Mum.
Butch and I are just waiting for Norway to give us the go-ahead and in a snap, we’ll pack up and head off to Namaqualand to enjoy Spring. The flowers are said to be spectacular.
With icy weather in mind, I just want to share a deliciously decadent Beefy Brown Onion Soup. Make it a day or so ahead of the cold front. Instead of cheesy croutons make plain bruschettas, keep them in an airtight container, they’ll last for days. The soup can be garnished with bruschetta and grated Parmesan cheese before serving.
Beefy Brown Onion Soup (Inspired by Ina Paarman)
We will be taking a Tupperware of soup along with us on our travels. I find it relaxing to know I have a supper prepared when we’ve been travelling all day, and we just need to chillax.
I’m going to ask Butch to give me his honest opinion on my masked appearance this evening! I know I’ve put on weight so we won’t go there.