I just searched through my archives and discovered that I have never posted the recipe for this amazing soup. It’s too good for me to keep it to myself any longer. Please, do yourself a favour and make it. Soon.
Black Bean and Salsa Soup, courtesy of Allrecipes.com
2 cans black beans (this is about 2.5 cups cooked beans**), 1 1/2 c vegetable broth (I use chicken), 1 c chunky salsa (or mexican-spiced tomatoes), 1 tsp cumin, plus sour cream, green onions, avocado to top it.
Put beans, brother, salsa, cumin in a saucepan and heat. Mash it up a bit. Serve in bowls, top with onions, sour cream, etc.
For those of you in NZ, when I was living there I could only buy black beans dried from Bin Inn. Just soak and cook then use in the soup.
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This morning we visited a friend who raises various animals. She currently has a few little lambs that are being bottle fed. Precious has been begging me please, please, please can we visit? So this morning we did and she and Cutie got to help feed the lamb. While that was going on Little Boy ran all over everywhere, chasing chickens, picking up cats, being licked by dogs and trying to say hello to the cow, who wasn’t very interested in him. It made me realise how much a farm suits little boys. And little girls, too, for that matter. The kids were sad to have to go. And I was sad we no longer had gum boots that fit any of the kids. Any chance someone could pick some up for us at The Warehouse?
Little Boy is learning to talk. He’s at that stage where he’s just beginning to say words that we recognise. So far we’ve heard yes, bird, dog, book, cheese, daddy, mama, grandma, grandpa. He turns two in March and I have a feeling that between now and then he’ll be picking up words rapidly. He’s also in the “I’m very frustrated that you don’t understand what I’m saying” phase, so he’s having a few tantrums. But he certainly knows how to communicate. Just this evening we were at my parents’ house and my dad came home from work. Little Boy, who was sitting in grandpa’s easy chair, saw Grandpa and his face lit up and he started slapping the seat next to him, indicating that he wanted Grandpa to come and sit next to him. And he slapped and slapped until Grandpa came over and sat with him. Sometimes talking is a bit overrated.
I’m not buying much food this month because I elected to have my budget cut in order to use the money elsewhere, so I’m just using what I have, which is quite a lot. I keep a big stockpile normally. Anyway, I like having a hot breakfast in the morning, particularly in the winter, and I won’t have time to make pancakes or anything tomorrow, so I whipped up THIS! It sits in the fridge overnight and I’ll pop it in the oven when I get up in the morning so it’s ready for us to eat. We’ve had it once before and it was good enough to make it again. And it’s particularly good warmed up later for a snack. Thanks Grocery Cart Challenge for linking to the recipe originally. She makes it quite a lot so I figured it must be good!
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