Check out my stove.
That's it. No microwave. No oven.
Wouldn't life be grand if we could travel without a budget? I seem to be blowing through mine rather quickly. Prompting a trip to the grocery store in search of soup. Not only do I love it, it's pretty much 'free.' Soup, that magical meal, is the ultimate budget stretcher for me.
But, soup is a labor of love around here. This is the 'broth package' that we take home, and simmer, for three hours. After that, we commence making soup. Now, I should probably explain that I am NOT in a 3rd world country and there are some budget-busting frozen and fresh soups to be had. But, this is a common way to start homemade soup. Hmmm... I wondered... Why don't they sell this back home? We'd save a fortune!
"Are you kidding?" responds my Italian friend. "Like any American would spend 3 hours making broth..." Good point. The Swansons company brainwashed that outta me long before I ever owned a stove.
* Brodo di cucinare means 'cooking broth.' Am I wowing you with my mastery of the Italian language? It's all thanks to freetranslation.com. Were it not for Bev, I'd surely starve.
** The broth package consists of chicken, beef, onions, celery and big, fat carrot. I dolled it up a bit with a few more ingredients.
*** This is my bloggin' diary from Bressanone, Italy, where I am living, and working, for the month of February.