As we know, I am not a cooker. I've gotten better over the years and I will admit that I'm beginning to show a little interest in learning more. That being said, my sibling-in-laws are both very good cooks. They, however, do not cook healthy. So there is a gap between my meager skills and theirs.
The other day they sent up turkey soup, leftovers from Thanksgiving. Kevin put it on the stove in a pot with a lid then relayed the instructions for heating. I followed them without lifting the lid and looking into the pot.
About ten minutes passed when it occurred to me that I should make sure all was well.
It was at a mild boil so that was right. But there was something wrong.
There was broth, noodles, and shredded turkey.
That's it. Not vegetables, No spices. Nothing. What. The. Hell? Is this some kind of a test?
I opened the cupboard where I keep the spices. Dumped in garlic, lemon pepper, and onion flakes. I didn't add salt because I am anti-salt and I hadn't tasted it yet.
Then I added corn, peas, and green beans.
I stood there, thinking of what else should be in a soup. I actually tried to envision a bowl of soup. I decided that I'd done what I could. I felt pleased with myself that I recognized a culinary problem and knew how to address it.
Then I discovered that it was SUPER SALTY. Salt Lake City. Bonneville Salt Flats. Deer salt lick SALTY. To quote Swistle, "What fresh new hell is this?"
I stood there again, thinking "Something fixes salty. What is it? Oh, potato. But I am out of potatoes. But if I add a potato, then it's a stew."
Then I stopped. "What the HELL is going on here!?!" *I* am fixing someone elses soup. *I* know that a potato undoes over-salty. Is this real life?"
The mind boggles.