Monday, May 25, 2009

Leek & Potato Soup

Last night Bert made us a delicious pot of leek and potato soup. We were all delighted with it. It was a beautiful shade of pale green and the texture was velvety smooth. It could maybe have done with a smidgen more salt but otherwise the flavour was sublime. He gave a little bowl of it to Pearlie. He did not expect her to like it very much but he thought it might do her a bit of good.

After a while he went to her room to see if she had enjoyed her soup. Immediately she saw him her face twisted into its usual girn. She said,

“Huh! I didnae think much o’ it! Dinnae be giving me any more of that oul rubbitch!”

Such a sweet old lady. And she has such a charming way with her. Truly it is a pleasure and a privilege to look after her.

8 comments:

Hails said...

Oh dear. My sympathies. :( If you believe in karma and the like, though, you're probably all going to get big rewards for all this at some point...

Nelly said...

Sheesh! Hails - if Karma knew my thoughts.

Grannymar said...

Next time send for me and I'll polish off the soup in double quick time!

Ronni said...

I'm with Pearlie on this one...not a fan of leeks in any form.

(ducking)

hootchinhannah said...

Thing is though Ronni, you could give Pearlie a big lump of diamond wrapped in gold with a cherry on top and it still wouldn't please her. Give her a lump of coal though, wrapped in tinfoil, and she'd be made up.

El Capitan said...

Have you tried whisky in her tea? Perhaps a battery-powered "massage device"? Maybe even half of a hash brownie?

Nelly said...

Pearlie does not dislike leeks. However she believes that the only way they could possibly be consumed is fried in bacon grease.

As to El Capitan's suggestions. Whiskey in tea and hash brownies would be unacceptable - to Pearlie that is. I might be needing both remedies. I'm not sure what he means by the second suggestion. Some form of cattle prod?

Ronni said...

I'm not sure either...but they advertise them on the women's channels on cable TV...

(whistling, with eyes raised to heaven)