2000-10-16
Dear Diary:

I've felt like a cranky poopy head all day. I get these kinds of days on occasion, don't you? Today I will blame on the fact that it's been cold, dull, and sprinkling rain on and off all day.

It's hard to feel groovy when there's no sunshine. Yes, I used the word "groovy" ... you whippersnappers go ahead and use your words, I shall use mine.

You would think that at my advanced years I should be able to rise above the weather influencing my moods, wouldn't you? But then, I also use the phrase "cranky poopy head" so I may be suffering from Maturity Deficit Disorder (MDD).

I'm hoping for a MDD telethon. When it happens I promise that the money raised will be spent wisely on such worthwhile research projects as sending me to a place where it is sunny, warm and I can drink endless pina coladas to see if that can alter my MDD.

The things I will do for science, eh.

Mmmmmmm, leeky goodness.  Mmmmmm. Since I haven't heard of any MDD telethons yet, I've had to look for other ways to shake my cranky poopy headedness. Thank heavens leeks were on sale today. There's nothing like a big bowl of leek soup on a dreary fall day to make it all seem better.

The recipe for the pot full that's simmering downstairs comes directly from The Enchanted Brocolli Forest (which is a cookbook and not a place where magic brocolli live--sheesh, you guys and your 'shrooms. You've COMPLETELY messed up your little brains.)

Maestro, can I have a drum roll, please? And now, without further ado:

Potato-Leek Soup from The Enchanted Brocolli Forest

3 fist sized potatoes
3 cups cleaned, chopped leeks
1 stalk celery, chopped
1 large carrot chopped
4 tbsp. butter
3/4 tsp. salt
1/2 cup stock or water
3 cups milk
snippets of fresh herbs or tiny pinches of dry thyme, marjoram and basil

Scrub the potatoes, cut them into 1 inch chunks. Place them in a saucepan with the leeks, celery, carrot and butter. Add salt, Cook the vegetables, stirring over medium heat, until the butter is melted and all the veggie bits are coated (about 5 minutes).

Add the stock or water, bring to a boil, then cover and reduce heat to a simmer. Cook until the potatoes are soft (20-30 minutes). Check the moisture level, you may need to add a little extra stock or water if it gets too low.

When the potatoes are tender, remove the pan from the heat and pur�e its contents in the milk (use a blender or a food processor fitted with a steel blade). Make sure the mixture is utterly smooth. Return it to the saucepan.

Add the optional herbs (or not). Grind in some black pepper. Taste it to see if it wants more salt.

Heat the soup gently, covered, until just hot. Try not to let it boil. Serve right away.

Which reminds me of a classic bit of poetry from my childhood:

Leek soup
Makes you poop
Down your leg
And into your boot

Maturity Deficit Disorder. When you see the telethon, give generously, please, so this sort of thing doesn't happen again.

--Marn

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