Warm Weather and Chilled Fruit Soup

If you don't feel like reading the whole blog entry, here's your spoiler. In a very brief synopsis, the weather was wonderful, the soup...not so much.

I got up early enough this morning to get the day started at a decent time, and late enough that I enjoyed sleeping in on my day off. But the real reason I got up early at all was because I heard the weather was supposed to be warm and I didn't want to miss it.

Good choice.

I knew that after I had done my morning routine I wanted to go to the library. At first I was going to bike ride, but then I decided I didn't want the hassle of dragging my bike out of the garage & making sure the tires were pumped, so I decided on an old favorite pastime. Rollerblading. That was definitely the right decision. It was a great approach to start enjoying what was already a gorgeous day. Straight from the library I went over to the church to clean it, so I could get that done and spend the rest of the day outside. Which is exactly what I did, after I got the church clean I picked up my books and went outside to study. I was outside studying for a good three hours and THAT is how I got a sunburn before the middle of March *sigh* it was wonderful :)

What drew me back inside was making supper. I decided I wanted to celebrate St. Patrick's day early since I'd be out of town the day of and told mother I'd help her get supper ready. With some help from a neighbor boy we got our boiled supper (homemade cornbeef included) in the pot to cook, and I went on to the next project.

I'd been meaning to try a fruit soup recipe I had for quiet sometime. While I had already tried making fruit soup before, it had not been at *all* similar in taste to what I'd had in Hungary and since this recipe was vastly different I thought I'd give it a whirl. This recipe had no cream at all, and no spices, like the other one I had tried did. The two main ingredients were blueberries and wine, and the wine wasn't even supposed to be cooked off. Predictably the recipe ended up tasting like sweetened blueberry wine. I'm going to try cooking the wine off at a later date and see what the results are, but I guess I'll have to keep looking for that mouth-watering taste I had in Hungary. Forget personal references (the first recipe) and cookbooks, google here I come.