My attempt at lentil soup was one of those dinners. A simple combination of lentils, brown rice, broth, carrots, onions and Tandoori spice was intended to result in a healthful soup which we would enjoy for dinner. When I checked on the soup an hour before dinner, it had absorbed most of the liquid, so I added more broth. I checked a little later and once again, the broth had been absorbed, so I added more water. This stuff just kept growing and growing until it filled our Crock Pot…
Since it was tolerable, and I despise being wasteful, we had this “soup” for dinner and leftovers for lunches. We jokingly called it “life-sustaining gruel” due to its less-than-appetizing appearance and the fact that it served only one basic purpose of food: it filled our bellies. No recipe today folks; this one is NOT a keeper!
I love the honesty of this post. This sort of thing happens all the time, even to experienced cooks.
While the flavor may have been bland I vaguely remember it smelling mighty tasty in the lunch room… and Betty Crocker said smell is half the battle, or something like that.