it's slowly but surely becoming autumn in regards to significant temperature drops. and with the increase of coldness in the air i can feel my mood and spirits dip. Fall has always been a hard time for me. i remember in college bawling right around this time, not sick for home, but sick in humor and disposition. it's a fucking shitty feeling. i went thru it when Spring first made her appearance and i blamed it on allergies until i realized it's probably a form of seasonal depression. OR. i'm a natural asshole.
the only way to tame this beast is to keep me in the kitchen. last week i spent an evening making not one but TWO dinner entrees... a rather intricate greek egg roll type dish that required the use of phyllo dough (which can go to H.E.L.L btw) and this soup. this soup that nuria has called my best so far. don't take much stock in it tho, because she's said that about all the soups i've ever made for her. and also probably because she's worried the angry beast will rear its ugly head out again.
this is almost like an italian wedding soup, except it's not.
Spinach & Meatball Soup
1/2 lb ground chicken
1/2 lb spicy chorizo
1 smallish carrot, peeled & diced small
1 smallish onion, diced
1 clove garlic, minced
handful bread crumbs
generous sprinkle of Parmesan cheese
salt/pepper to taste
mix all the ingredients in a bowl and shape into small meatballs. cook up in a spot of oil until outside is nicely browned. it doesn't matter if it's cooked inside because it'll continue to cook in the soup.
1 small onion, diced
1 clove of garlic, minced
homemade stock (i used chicken because i had it on hand)
whatever small pasta you have available, i used penne
spinach, rough chopped, about 2 lbs
in a bit of olive oil, saute onion and garlic until fragrant and translucent. throw in the cooked meatballs, and then carefully add the stock. bring to a boil. add in the pasta and cook until al dente (keep in mind, the pasta will continue to expand and more than likely you'll make enough for leftover lunch, so add however much you think you can consume without feeling like a lardass). at this point i throw in the spinach and allow it to wilt down a bit before serving.
would you believe they were my first concert, ever, at 16? half my life ago...