We loved it. First, we had all kinds of little ones running around and we all sat in our living room in the midst of a toy tornado. It was insanity, but we could still play. Amy had to go home, no problem with her just leaving the game. Then Doug showed up, no problem with him just jumping in to the game. Diapers were changed, beers were gotten and still no problem missing a round or two. Not to mention it was hilarious. You can play with a specific winning amount of green cards to determine the winner, or you can just play until you're sick of it and whomever {Karen} ends up with the most cards wins. If you haven't tried it, give it a go!
So, while I do document our game nights from time to time, it is not often unless there is something monumental. And this soup is monuental. My
Best Potato Soup Ever
5 lbs potatoes, peeled {I used Yukon Gold this time, but regular Russet potatoes also work well}
chicken demi glace or stock {I think using the demi glace makes this recipe!}
1 Tb minced garlic
1 cup cream or half in half
1/2 cup sour cream
1 stick of {real} butter
thyme, rosemary, seasoned salt
For Garnish:
shredded cheddar
crumbled bacon
sour cream
chives or green onions
1. Peel & chop the potatoes. Put into a crock pot with minced garlic and cover with stock made from demi glace {or regular chicken stock} cover and turn on high for 5 hours.
2. Using a hand masher {don't use an immersion blender on this one} mash the potatoes until bite sized chunks remain, but the potatoes are mashed up.
3. Add the butter, cut into chunks, allow to melt into the potatoes. Stir in the cream & sour cream. Season liberally with seasoned salt & spices.
4. Serve with shredded cheddar, crumbled bacon, sour cream, and green onions.
Enjoy!
Oh, and PSA, when you have a house full of people and your toddler disappears with his "friend" Annabelle, be sure to check on them... you just might find them snuggled up in his toddler bed. And yes, she is dressed as a firefighter and he's in his monkey pjs. Whew.
How cute! Are they actually sleeping, or just playing?
ReplyDeleteThanks for having us over. Wish I could have stayed to play, but I knew I had to get out of there with the tired boy before he reached the point of no return!
you had me at "one stick of real butter"
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