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From: "Vee L. Housman" <>
Subject: Re: [PD-LIFE] Making a pot of soup
Date: Thu, 4 Nov 2004 20:31:25 -0500
References: <001301c4c22c$f7d41f00$ce643118@toshibauser> <001301c4c26d$4a6540b0$fbd2d218@Lewis>
Kathy from OH suggested:
> Hi Vee,
> I have an idea for you. Sauté the bacon "and" the onion together. Then add
> your eggs, and then add your parmesan cheese, and maybe cheddar too. And
> then how about some salsa and sour cream over that? No?? Ok...stick to the
> cheese. :) But, salsa is really good over scrambled eggs. Of course this
> means you have to chop up more bacon for your macaroni soup. That's the
> only downside. :)
I gave your suggestion careful consideration but I had to draw the line
regarding certain ingredients. Ain't no way I was gonna use up any of the
chopped bacon for my eggs and the thought of salsa and sour cream seemed to
be gilding the lily or some such.
So I just stuck with sautéed onions, eggs and parmesan cheese, but do you
know what? I overdid the onions, I've been burping them up all day and I
doubt if I'll ever try that combination again. I must admit, however, that
it was tasty.
Then Mary in her Aerie had a suggestion for my macaroni soup. She said:
Have you ever thought of using stewed tomatoes?
Oh goodness, no! I love most of the ingredients in stewed tomatoes EXCEPT
the sugar. For some reason they just stick in my throat. The first time I
tasted stewed tomatoes was in junior high school in the cafeteria at lunch.
I thought they were just canned tomatoes and when I took a big spoonful it's
a wonder I didn't upchuck them right then and there. The only other time I
was fooled again into thinking they were just canned tomatoes was when I was
probably in my 50s and my sister and I sat down to dinner that our Aunt Edna
in PA had prepared. When I realized they were stewed tomatoes I quickly
pushed the sauce dish away, made a face and probably hurt my aunt's feelings
at the same time. Aunt Edna was in her mid 80s at the time and I knew she
had put careful thought into the menu for the dinner.
So there you have the full story of my dislike for stewed tomatoes. And
while I think about it, don't even suggest I buy some okra, boil it up and
serve it plain as a side. Tried it once in Memphis for the first and last