So, the Dearly Beloved™ and I got it into our collective brains to take the copious amount of broccoli stalk that were sitting in the freezer. And make ourselves some soup. I thought it was a great idea.
She is a champeen soupçette ( new word ) and so I left it to her. She spent the better part of a quiet bitterly cold Saturday puttering in there, creating. Now and then I’d go in and ask about this or that.
We wound up with a large pot of soup. It was quite…fibrous, since the stalks are just such. The flavor was milder than I’d thought it’d be, but as they say, you can always add MORE pepper but it’s a bitch to get it out. ( They used to say that about salt, but ever since my Ex-MIL turned me on to the phenom that is the Raw Potato Trick, over-salinated soups and stews prostrate themselves before my might ).
The texture of the soup was repulsive to my Dearly Beloved. SO MUCH SO, that she went and took the small strainer we have and slowly strained out the fluids. This, she regarded as the soup. That immense 8 pound container of thick, well stewed and flavorful fibrous goop? A mystery. A lump of unknown potential.
A few days later I got inspired and bought something we don’t normally keep in the house. Velveeta. ( We’re Cabot Cheese snobs.. In this case, Velveeta was the answer.
I took a pound block, a bottle of Yuengling lager, some dashes of Worchestershire Sauce, Greek yogurt and a blender. I took a few cups of hot water to help thin out the fibrous mass a bit.
And dumped some into the blender. Now, I admit here that I used just the fibrous mass and hot water in the blender while the Velveeta and Greek yogurt was softening down on the stove.
This is a Black and Decker food processor. Not the king of food processors, but a reasonable machine. After a few minutes, it started to have that evil electric burning scent. The scent of the motor being very very unhappy.
So, I stopped. And let it cool. And added more hot water to thin to mash. And tried again. And after a few moments, the scent returned. And it shut down. And has never turned on again.
I went and took our regular blender/ smoothie maker and took the already-somewhat-blended mash. And kept going. And did just fine. Made what wound up being a phoenix-like meal, which took the unpalatable mash and made a really tasty soup. Great stuff !
I had fibrous goop left and this morning went to attempt Batch #2. And…the blender/ smoothie maker started smelling like, well, you know.
Now, I struggle with the idea that this mash is THAT thick.
Here’s the thing. I know that if the material is SO thick that it cannot be pulled down into the center of the blender as the machine turns, the odds are pretty good that the stuff is too thick. This was not the case here. I made sure I’d added enough fluid so that it was able to…blend.
Now I have soup. And a deeply unhappy blender/ smoothie maker.
And am saddened at the loss of two blenders in one week.
Someone tell me where I went wrong- and more importantly, please recommend a device that won’t burn up while doing the heavy lifting ( blending ).