Cubing four cups of red potatoes, a carrot, a green and red pepper, and morphing said ingredients into a chowder craved by everyone has literally changed my life. Gone are the days when the mystery of soup and its components left me uncertain of my abilities to relate to vegetables, now I know their formula. Everyone can make a roux.
You really can boil diced potatoes for 10-15 minutes so long as fork-tender is in your vocabulary, and sauté diced veggies for about 8 minutes over medium heat until softened, it's possible. Just as a favorite minestrone is next in line to be conquered, 3 potatoes, 5 carrots, and 4 celery stalks later you'll congratulate yourself, trust me.
So g'head and stalk your birth sister for her recipes, be as obsessed as a sociopath unable to admit a shred of wrongdoing. I've seen it happen too many times to keep track of and adjusted to its awkwardness and moved forward. Soup is basically an antidote, a remedy, a shortcoming that's birthed from insecurity. Overcome its absurdity, I just did.
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