TwoBusy: Winter warmer

November 21, 2006

Winter warmer

A great, hearty recipe for cold weather days, as inspired by Real Beer and Good Eats:

BROCCOLI ALE SOUP
Ingredients
* 1 bottle of good, robust ale or porter (I used Harpoon's Winter Warmer this past weekend, for example)
* Approx. 2-3 cups broccoli crowns, chopped into bite-sized pieces
* 2 Italian sausages, chopped into bite-sized discs
* 1/2 cup chopped ham, canadian bacon or prosciutto
* 4 TB chopped garlic
* Olive Oil
* 2 lg cans Muir Glen Diced Fire-Roasted Tomatoes (note: if you cook with tomatoes, and you've never used the fire-roasted... I'm about to change your world)
* 4 cups chicken stock/broth
* 2 cups macaroni-type dry pasta (I'm personally a big fan of cavatappi)
* 1 Tsp nutmeg
* Kosher salt
* Fresh-ground pepper

Directions
1. Heat a couple of tablespoons of olive oil in a big soup pot (medium/high heat), then toss in your chopped sausages and ham/prosciutto/whatever. Stir 'em around for about 5ish minutes, until nicely browned.

2. Add in your chopped garlic (and probably a little more olive oil), and stir it around until lightly browned.

3. Drain your tomatoes, then add them, your chicken stock/broth, and probably about 1/3 bottle of ale.

4. Take a nice, long sip of your beer. If it tastes good, you're doing the right thing. Smile, and take another sip.

5. Heat everything until it boils, then drop it down to a nice simmer for 5 minutes. Stir in the nutmeg, plus salt and pepper to suit your taste (or lack thereof).

6. Add in your pasta and broccoli. Stir it around. You should probably pour in some more beer, too -- the soup is practically a stew at this point. Then have another sip. Mmm... beer. Finish the bottle while your soup cooks, then recycle it. No, seriously.

7. Keep stirring - and adding more salt and pepper - until the broccoli and pasta are cooked. You'll want to taste the broth to make sure it's got enough character... do NOT under-season! The last thing you want is a bland soup.

8. Ladle it into a couple of bowls. Throw a little fresh parmesan over it, if you feel so inclined. I hope you thought to make some fresh garlic bread, because that goes really well with it. Open up a nice bottle of red - a barbera, for example - sit down, and enjoy.

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A great, hearty recipe for cold weather days, as inspired by Real Beer and Good Eats:

2. Add in your chopped garlic (and probably a little more olive oil), and stir it around until lightly browned.

3. Drain your tomatoes, then add them, your chicken stock/broth, and probably about 1/3 bottle of ale.

4. Take a nice, long sip of your beer. If it tastes good, you're doing the right thing. Smile, and take another sip.

5. Heat everything until it boils, then drop it down to a nice simmer for 5 minutes. Stir in the nutmeg, plus salt and pepper to suit your taste (or lack thereof).

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There are few things more frustrating than trying to describe the gorgeous, evocative and profoundly atmospheric post-rock music of Hammock without A) resorting to clichés that, while not necessarily inaccurate, do little to accurately describe the listening experience; or B) having the musical vocabulary to adequately describe just what it is about these lengthy, largely wordless compositions that hypnotizes and moves me so profoundly. So I'll just say: imagine a film. No words; just images. Flashing, semi-grainy images of someone from your past — impossibly beautiful, vibrant and full of life. Someone lost to you forever. Imagine that feeling, of love and impossible longing and desperate, hopeless desire to recapture that moment and make it last forever. Now hunt down the title track to this EP, close your eyes, and listen. And you will know: this is the music for that feeling.

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