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January, A New Beginning

Mis-cel-la-ny:  A Mixture of Various Things 
(Merriam-Webster)

Miscellany seems to be a way of life for me...a mixture, medley and sometimes, just a jumble of thoughts and activities.  What better way to bring order to chaos, than trying to put it down on paper.  I'd like to think that I have a few things to share, tidbits gleaned in my life.  To those who choose to read my words, thanks.

I love to cook and really love to eat.  However, what I want to consume is simple fare prepared with whatever happens to be fresh and in season.  Since our January has been one of the coldest in 20 years, pots of soup have been gracing our dining table.  Tuesday evening we enjoyed Rustic Potato and Kale Soup with freshly baked biscuits drizzled with butter and honey.   When you've been cold all day, a steamy bowl of coarsely chopped vegetables in a lightly creamy broth is sating.  
Rustic Potato and Kale Soup

4  Cups Mirepoix (mixture of chopped carrots, onions and celery)
6 Large Red Potatoes cut into 2" chunks
4 Cups Chopped Kale
1 Cup Smoky Sausage sliced in 1/4" pieces
Olive Oil
4 Teaspoons Minced Garlic
1 Tablespoon Dry Thyme
4 Cups Chicken Stock
Salt/Pepper to taste
1 Cup Milk
1/2 Cup Plain Greek Yogurt

In a large stock pot heat olive oil, add vegetables and sausage.  Saute until vegetables soften and begin to take on a slight brown color.  Add garlic and thyme to pan and cook for about 2 minutes to release the aromatics.  Add chicken stock to pan, scraping browned bits into the broth.  Let simmer until vegetables are tender, about 20 - 30 minutes.  Add milk and yogurt.  Heat through and serve with crusty bread.

Happy Eating ~ Missy





Comments

  1. Mike BerryJanuary 24, 2013 at 7:42 PM

    Love this, love you, you woman of many, many words .

    Tammy

    P.S. This is my laptop, but I can only post as Mike.

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  2. Wildlife Art by SylJanuary 24, 2013 at 8:28 PM

    fabulous...great writing...

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  3. Missy AJanuary 29, 2013 at 2:28 PM

    Thanks for the words of encouragement ... and I do have "words" to use!

    ReplyDelete

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