I saw Allie’s asparagus tart with a cauliflower sauce and set out to make it because she essentially promised it would be a party in my mouth. Except I didn’t have any asparagus, and I’m too lazy to attempt that base she made.
That left me with sauce.
I had broccoli, but I don’t know. Dipping broccoli in cauliflower seems a bit like vegetable incest or something. They look too closely related and it would be like dipping broccoli in broccoli. So that was a no.
That’s when I decided to instead make a soup, even though I’m not big on soups.
But oh boy, did I get a big head on this one. I slooooowly cooked a diced onion until it was super sweet, then let it continue cooking with a can butter beans, garlic, salt and pepper. It was good. Good! It reminded me of the cream of onion soup at Welliver’s (at one time an Indiana specialty worth driving hours for!).
I chopped up an onion bagel to make croutons, which are stupidly easy to make and I don’t understand why anyone would buy croutons in a bag. Homemade ones are so tasty!
Tear it up, douse it in olive oil and herbs of choice. I chose sea salt, pepper and garlic powder.
Bake at 200 C (about 400 F?) for 15 or so minutes. I have to admit I forgot to time mine, and almost burned them. Oopsie.
I cooked up my cauli, dumped in the butter bean mixture, added some non-dairy oat cream and gave it all a whir in my food processor. Good … but then I remembered I needed to add nutritional yeast. Well … I didn’t need to, but I wanted to because I’m having a bit of a love affair with it.
My hand got a bit zealous, so what was well on its way to be a lovely vegan cream of onion cauliflower soup turned into a chunky mess that tasted way too much like nutritional yeast. Too much of a good thing …
At least the croutons were good.
Once the croutons were done I got really angry and dumped all the soup in the trash can.
Then this happened:
Yeah. That’s the blade of my food processor. In the trash. Talk about a cherry on top.
This soup disaster wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t had to dump an entire pan of enchiladas earlier in the week because I decided to put in non-dairy cheese, which turned out to taste like barf.
Well, I think it’s time to finally start the 6th season of Lost, which I’ve put off for years because it got too stupid for my fragile little mind to handle.