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Kimchi Soup

What do you do when you feel sorry for yourself?

I make Kimchi soup and watch some guilty pleasure type of thing.

Like ‘Jane the Virgin’ for example. It really makes me chuckle. Especially the commentary. Even if you have never watched Latino telenovela, this is the time to get into it. Especially that ‘Jane’ is a bit of a parody of a genre but with all the key elements.

Many years ago my sister and I were remodeling my sister’s flat. That involved plastering, tiling, painting etc, all done by us. It took us longer than we planned (usual story  – the pipes weren’t delivered in time or the place we bought the floorboards from didn’t tell us that they run out of matching skirting boards. Anyone who’s done redecorating knows how it goes – usually not according to the schedule). Every day we got up in the morning, did a bit of plastering, painting or tiling, then around midday had a break. We had lunch and watched a bit of TV while eating and drinking  beer (beer was essential, it sort of made us realize why you become so fond of it, when manual labour is involved). It was middle of summer and middle of the day, so the only thing on TV was a telenovela. The original Colombian ‘Ugly Betty’ to be precise. At first we were rolling our eyes and giggling a bit, but after a while we were really into it. We were not taking it seriously as intended but to us it was sort of a brilliant comedy.

So as soon as I discovered ‘Jane the Virgin’ and the way it’s done being exactly the way we perceived ‘Yo Soy Betty, La Fea’, I texted my sister and asked her to watch it. Now we can laugh together and comment on our favourite character: Rogelio De la Vega.

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If you haven’t got into it yet, you should give it a go, it would cheer you up when you feel sorry for yourself.

And another matter – soup to give you a boost. Totally no connection to the Latino part of the world but why the hell not?

Kimchi Soup:

kimchi soup

kimchi soup

1 1/2 l vegetable stock

200g kimchi

1 cup chopped enoki mushrooms

200 g cubed tofu

1/3 cup soaked and chopped kelp

150 g spinach

bunch chopped spring onions

1 tsp miso paste

soy sauce

1. Warm up vegetable stock. When it start simmer, add mushrooms, kelp, chopped kimchi and spring onions. Let it simmer.

2. Add spinach, miso and soy sauce. Let spinach wilt.

3. Add tofu, to serve, sprinkle some chopped onion on top and sliced chilli.

kimchi soup

kimchi soup

kimchi soup

kimchi soup

 

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People who cook always go on about precious memories of childhood food one of their family members cooked, how daddy or nanny taught them the importance of cooking and eating together, and they still remember the comfort food they produced, amazing dishes whipped up by brilliant but humble cooks in their family. Well, let me tell you, it was totally different in my family. My mother’s family – totally useless as cooks, who could survive on bread and butter, cooked once a week a terrible, terrible meal, usually some kind of meat piece with lots of brown sauce. Also, they were never bothered about eating together. That’s maybe why most of them were depressed and suicidal. My mother followed that path and couldn’t really cook, and because I never wanted to eat meat, was warning me that ‘one day I will regret it’. Probably because my mother wasn’t into cooking my sister at the age of 12 took over and started producing amazing dinners and cakes. Well, luckily for me and her we weren’t that genetically doomed because apparently my father’s family were gifted in that compartment. I can only presume it was genes, as my father divorced my mother when my sis and me were little and he strongly believed that he also divorced us. So, we were growing up never having any contact with him and as a result, couldn’t learn how to cook from him. That’s why I believe the love of cooking ( and the ability) was just passed to us genetically. My father, short time before he died, unexpectedly felt an urge to contact us. First he gave my sister a mandolin (that’s another thing I know about him- he played a few instruments). My sister refused to talk to him, he then decided to contact me and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn’t want to, as he was a stranger to me (I was 11 or 12 at the time) but as I was promised I could leave whenever I wanted to, I went to the village he lived in. There I tried his mother’s cooking everyone was raving about. It was simple and amazing, I wish they were as family dedicated as they were at baking, cooking, making pastries, wine, tinctures, you name it. But I ate, drunk, and got bored of strangers who were my family and demanded to be let to go home. One of the last things my father said to me was that I should start learning English because I might need it one day, which I ignored for another 16 years… Because my sister was such a domestic goddess I wasn’t really bothered about cooking. I got hooked properly after my son was born and I wanted him to eat healthy and get everything he needed, especially that it wasn’t his choice to be a vegetarian (yet). And that is how the story begins…

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  1. Reblogged this on potatofaces and commented:

    because season two is in full swing and as entertaining…

    Reply

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