This is what happens when one does the shopping the day before one gets sick….
One ends up with a refrigerator full of food that needs to be used up as all of the planned cooking was replaced by chicken soup.
Meat can be frozen for later…. Veggies become soup.
But, one can never have too much soup, and, when one starts to recover a little spice is nice.
Sausage, Cabbage and Barley Soup
Total time: 50 minutes
- 12oz (360gr) spicy, smoked sausages, cut in half the long way, then sliced
- 6 cups (48oz, 1440ml) beef stock
- 2 cups (16oz, 480gr) chopped tomatoes
- 1 cup (8oz, 240ml) tomato sauce
- 1 onion, chopped
- 1 yellow (or green) pepper, chopped
- 4 carrots, cut in half the long way, then sliced
- 3 ribs celery, cut in half the long way, then sliced
- 3 cups shredded Savoy or green cabbage
- 1 tbs olive oil
- 1 tsp paprika
- 1 tsp chili powder
- 1 tsp dried thyme
- 1 tsp dried marjoram
- 3 bay leaves
- 2/3 cup quick-cooking barley
- In large Dutch Oven (soup kettle) heat the olive oul over medium-high heat.
- Add the sliced sausages, sauté.
- As you chop the vegetables, add them to the pot, stirring and cooking.
- When all of the vegetables are in and starting to soften, add the stock, tomatoes, tomato sauce, herbs and spices.
- Heat the soup to boiling.
- Add the barley.
- When the soup returns to boiling, reduce heat to a hard simmer, cover and cook for 30 minutes.
- Remove bay leaves and serve.
As to my question ‘Why’?
Why do my dogs have a 23 hour day when mine is 24 hours long?
Every day, I take them for their final walk at 5:00 PM and then feed them. (The final walk is on leashes because the bunnies are out and about.)
Every day, around 4:00 PM they decide it’s time. I get nudged and bugged and bumped for an hour.
If I make the slightest sign of shifting in my chair they race to the door.
This past week, since I’ve been under the weather, their day has been even shorter….
Today, I crossed my legs at 3:30 and they started racing around and barking.
In the summer, this doesn’t happen.
The door is open all day, they go in and out at will and time seems to just flow naturally.
But this is winter.
That is not snow; it’s standing water.
Everything is saturated.
Everywhere is slippery mud.
They don’t like the rain.
When I open the door for them to go out and take care of business (at their request), they each stick a paw out and if they feel a drop of rain, turn around and come back.
However, if I have the leashes in my hand they are more than happy to go out for a nice long walk.
Why, after a long walk in the rain, do they refuse to shake in the barn. They always wait until they’re in the house, by the furniture, to shake….
And why do they always come to lay their wet, soggy heads in my lap immediately?
Neither one had a dry place anywhere on their smelly bodies today for me to pet.
Eau de Wet Dog was the prevailing scent chez nous.
I suppose I should quit complaining and be happy it’s NOT snow….
But where would the fun be in that?
I am happy that our floor tiles are the same color as the mud.
Oh, that lovely green field is either winter wheat or rapeseed.