Do not repeat the mother's simple recipe has never. Not because they do not have those products, those components and the taste of water long ago on the other. Just each of us will look for your taste, the taste of bygone childhood, the taste of carelessness and unappreciated while measureless happiness.
Mama's soup. He never called. Mamin. All in the family loved pea soup, which my mother cooked from beef ribs. Pea was the whole, his mother was overwhelmed with boiling water at night and only to the middle of the day began to cook a delicious soup.
She carefully washed ribbon beef ribs with meat on them. Then cut into pieces and flooded with tap water. Seethed broth, so funny gurgling. I loved to watch as the water bubbles merrily bounced immediately burst, keep up with the following. I listened to the song broth and then I thought he sings to me about something secret, only known to us with it ...
A mother already sliced onion tight - then I immediately ran out of the kitchen, with a bow is not very friendly terms, red eyes and tears, tears, tears ...
Bay leaves, finely sliced onion and carrots suns. Bouillon began to sing a very different tune. Plop - and the bloated and crushed peas already in the pot. It is not soup, and a new status - His Majesty the soup begins to be born right before my eyes.
Sunflower. Tried. Uh, vkusnotischa! A couple of cloves of garlic to taste. And one or two potatoes. Youngest cuts Mummy, that all sufficient. Once all the vegetables sing a song - a noble supets ready!
Mom washes the panicle fennel, tiny letters cut them each in a plate. Lays sour cream. That is, if it is. And often, and without it was delicious and nourishing. The whole family gets together at one table and the meal begins. Almost a ritual. Try the famous Mother's pea soup! What could be better?
From Belarusian forests brought mom recipe mushroom soup.
A few years my father served in Belarus. Some stood in the dense forest. Mom, it's still a girl, just got married, went to the same woods for mushrooms. From there, and went a habit to cook many yummy fungal additives.
Mother's mushroom soup - a work of art. Any fresh or dried mushrooms mother browned. It is clear that dried it first soaked and wrung out before frying. Separate sliced onions browned tiny letters. A few sliced potatoes cooked in small amount of water. For this wonderful soup, water is not needed. In its basis - the milk.
For potatoes, she put her tiny letters grated carrots and cooked them together. Solila. How solila everything separately - onions, mushrooms. When all these components separately baked were ready - the action begins. Mom was folding them into a beautiful pot, added a quart of milk, a little cream, and all bring to the boil. At the end of the beam threw finely chopped parsley and dill and off.
Imagine the picture - the milk mushroom soup. No, it is impossible to imagine a must-try. Ideal - with fresh porcini mushrooms. The spirit of the forest, the spirit of the earth, the spirit of the house. Mama's soup.
He will always be the tastiest, most desirable, most dear. Live, my dear, long time! Live and Hello!
Mama's soup. He never called. Mamin. All in the family loved pea soup, which my mother cooked from beef ribs. Pea was the whole, his mother was overwhelmed with boiling water at night and only to the middle of the day began to cook a delicious soup.
She carefully washed ribbon beef ribs with meat on them. Then cut into pieces and flooded with tap water. Seethed broth, so funny gurgling. I loved to watch as the water bubbles merrily bounced immediately burst, keep up with the following. I listened to the song broth and then I thought he sings to me about something secret, only known to us with it ...
A mother already sliced onion tight - then I immediately ran out of the kitchen, with a bow is not very friendly terms, red eyes and tears, tears, tears ...
Bay leaves, finely sliced onion and carrots suns. Bouillon began to sing a very different tune. Plop - and the bloated and crushed peas already in the pot. It is not soup, and a new status - His Majesty the soup begins to be born right before my eyes.
Sunflower. Tried. Uh, vkusnotischa! A couple of cloves of garlic to taste. And one or two potatoes. Youngest cuts Mummy, that all sufficient. Once all the vegetables sing a song - a noble supets ready!
Mom washes the panicle fennel, tiny letters cut them each in a plate. Lays sour cream. That is, if it is. And often, and without it was delicious and nourishing. The whole family gets together at one table and the meal begins. Almost a ritual. Try the famous Mother's pea soup! What could be better?
From Belarusian forests brought mom recipe mushroom soup.
A few years my father served in Belarus. Some stood in the dense forest. Mom, it's still a girl, just got married, went to the same woods for mushrooms. From there, and went a habit to cook many yummy fungal additives.
Mother's mushroom soup - a work of art. Any fresh or dried mushrooms mother browned. It is clear that dried it first soaked and wrung out before frying. Separate sliced onions browned tiny letters. A few sliced potatoes cooked in small amount of water. For this wonderful soup, water is not needed. In its basis - the milk.
For potatoes, she put her tiny letters grated carrots and cooked them together. Solila. How solila everything separately - onions, mushrooms. When all these components separately baked were ready - the action begins. Mom was folding them into a beautiful pot, added a quart of milk, a little cream, and all bring to the boil. At the end of the beam threw finely chopped parsley and dill and off.
Imagine the picture - the milk mushroom soup. No, it is impossible to imagine a must-try. Ideal - with fresh porcini mushrooms. The spirit of the forest, the spirit of the earth, the spirit of the house. Mama's soup.
He will always be the tastiest, most desirable, most dear. Live, my dear, long time! Live and Hello!
