I don’t like fresh tomatoes. My husband doesn’t like fresh tomatoes. Wyokiddo doesn’t like fresh tomatoes. We are united as a family in that regard. But when I saw half a dozen beautiful Roma tomatoes in my food coop pickup, I figured I could do something yummy and healthy.
It was a windy and grey afternoon, so tomato soup sounded like a good idea. Oddly enough, while we don’t like fresh tomatoes, we all love tomato soup. We generally eat the canned variety, but I’m always up for a culinary adventure. I got on Pinterest, researched some recipes and got to work.
The soup looked wonderful. The slightly orange color was positively beautiful and my kitchen emanated savory aromas from the roasted tomatoes, garlic and onions. My mouth was literally watering as Wyokiddo and I set the table. The whole fam eagerly tucked into the dinner table, armed with the grilled cheese sandwiches and spoons.
You know how one bite of a new recipe and you know this will become a stable in your cooking arsenal? When all the ingredients come together in one perfect, creamy, delectable taste sensation?
This was not that recipe.
I didn’t like it. My husband thought it was too oniony. Is that even a word? Wyokiddo actually gagged when we asked her to try a few additional spoonfuls.
So I’m taking suggestions for new and improved homemade tomato soup recipes. As for Wyokiddo, she’s asked that I let daddy make the tomato soup from now on. 🙂