I kind of feel like an asshole now because he is really, really sick, can't get out of bed sick, but on the other hand I did just plow my way through a snowstorm to get here, so I don't feel too bad, and Ratpacker brought him Nyquil and boxed soup. I made him a cup of hot honeyed tea, then right before I put my from-scratch soup on I brought him some nyquil so he could sleep a bit.
People always ask for the Peanut Butter Soup recipe, especially after they've had it, so here it is. It has the distinction of also being called Orgasmic Peanut Butter Soup, not to mention being what Ianto served to a poisoned and suffering Jack in Season Zero. This soup, you guys, is magical.
Spicy Peanut Butter Soup
This recipe is from Jane Brody's Good Food Book, with amendations by my mother, who has been making it for thirty years.
1 large onion diced (1 cup)
1 large clove of garlic minced (I just use garlic from a jar, minced or crushed)
vegetable oil for sauteeing (about 2-3 spoonfuls, depending on the pan)
1 stalk of celery diced
2 carrots diced
2 peeled and diced potatoes
4 cups chicken or vegetable broth (32 oz)
spoonful of cayenne
curry powder, ginger, and pepper to taste
salt if desired (taste the soup first!)
1/2 cup smooth peanut butter
Minced parsley or green onions chopped for garnish
Sautee the onion and garlic in the oil until the onions are transparent. Add the celery, carrots, potatoes, and curry powder; stir for a few minutes, then add the broth.
Bring the soup to a boil, reduce the heat, cover and simmer until the vegs are tender, about 15 minutes. Stir in the cayenne, black pepper, salt, and peanut butter. Be careful with the peanut butter -- this is a very forgiving soup as long as you don't add too much peanut butter.
Stir until mixed, then transfer the soup to a blender and puree it (if desired). Taste and add more pepper/cayenne as needed. Serve hot garnished with parsley and green onions.
I'm going to hang out at R's for a while, disinfecting my hands frequently and watching his cable TV.
I had a weird moment as I was laying out the soup stuff, because I was asking myself, do I feel weird or annoyed that I'm looking after him while he's sick? Not that I think I should, but I think some people would, and I asked myself if he'd do the same for me. I know he would if I asked him (though he would not, likely, do as good a job as I would), but the point is that I don't want to ask for someone to look after me while I'm sick. When I'm ill or hurting I want to curl up and be alone, so there's no equality of trade there; we don't want the same things. And then I thought about...well, am I treating friendship as a transaction? But I'm not really doing that either.
My point is, if I weren't doing this I'd be off faffing about doing nothing-in-particular, which is kind of nice because it's taken me a lot of work to get to a point where I even have free time like this. And this is what people do, what I'm doing here is being part of humanity, I have a tribe and R's part of my tribe.
It's a strange epiphany to have while chopping potatoes, but there you have it.