Time has come to talk about soups. Outside it's so cold that only a hot tea, a soup, a warm wine or a tzuica (for those who are strong) could bring life into Bucharesters stuck into communist blocks. Mine is made of bricks, but I still have to open the window, during day, so the sun warms a little the house or I can put a blanket over the duvet
Back to the soup, so.
I've been eating a lot, during my childhood. Won't talk too much about the chicken soup with little grease circles on the surface that I tried to unify until mom or dad caught me and ordered to finish what was in the plate before it gets cold, the cherry soup or the garlic one, the supă de răzăluşi that only Gorgeoux (her article on good mushroom soups in Bucharest cand be found here)could translate, the asparagus soup I ate though I've never seen an asparagus until then...it was a soup bag granny got from Germany...and the hundreds of soups mom invented, since she is the kitchen fairy, not me.
Soups in Bucharest restaurants are hard to remember. Still have to go with Clitemnestra at Festival 39 to see what's with that maracuja soup in the menu, still have to send somebody to IKEA to get me some rose hip soup. Until then, with a good blender at home, long live Philips, I made the creamiest soups on this planet, with flavours you can't even imagine that can be mixed in a plate. Cinnamon in soup? why not! And this is where I remember the apple soup my mother ceased to make, since nobody in the house liked it.
I was talking about restaurants, for God's sake!
Tomato soups. Few are the ones that I like. A tomato soup has to be sweet, I am sorry:) My friend Diana was of great help, in our university years, when she asked the waiter: please, bring some sugar for my friend's tomato soup. She is from Transsylvania. All these words with an almost ashamed tone. She's from the country. Come on! See the best tomato soup I had until now, at a restaurant that doesn't exist anymore. Or it was sweet because I had it at a dinner with Ambassador Rosapepe? Sweet, creamy, and very consistent! Even if the waiter added pepper with such a liberal gesture, as if the whole Universe needed the black powder at that moment, it was a real pleasant discovery for my tastebuds.
Then comes the tomato soup at le Chocolat, even if it's too greasy (might be my own problem with fat stuff but hey, its healthier this way!). Don't ask for the onion soup here, unless you like puting your hands into the mouth. He who has discovered the polite way to eat a soup that has a huge island of melted cheese on a piece of bread that is floating on the soup surface, please comment and teach.
Then the soups at the Mystic tree [Mystic Tree- Bucuresti, Str. Mantuleasa nr.8. Reservations 0721.077.600 ]. Too bad they are not always fresh. You have to taste the garlic soup here! What a taste!
And what a look! But this for the beans soup at the Szekely Vendeglo [Bucuresti. 76, str. Jean Louis Calderon. Reservations 021. 210. 30. 08]. A soup that is served in a flat plate, for the cook puts it into a round, pumpkin like, home bread. See the picture on the Metropotam.
Enough with soups. Too much soup enlarges the stomach, I heard..
Back to the soup, so.
I've been eating a lot, during my childhood. Won't talk too much about the chicken soup with little grease circles on the surface that I tried to unify until mom or dad caught me and ordered to finish what was in the plate before it gets cold, the cherry soup or the garlic one, the supă de răzăluşi that only Gorgeoux (her article on good mushroom soups in Bucharest cand be found here)could translate, the asparagus soup I ate though I've never seen an asparagus until then...it was a soup bag granny got from Germany...and the hundreds of soups mom invented, since she is the kitchen fairy, not me.
Soups in Bucharest restaurants are hard to remember. Still have to go with Clitemnestra at Festival 39 to see what's with that maracuja soup in the menu, still have to send somebody to IKEA to get me some rose hip soup. Until then, with a good blender at home, long live Philips, I made the creamiest soups on this planet, with flavours you can't even imagine that can be mixed in a plate. Cinnamon in soup? why not! And this is where I remember the apple soup my mother ceased to make, since nobody in the house liked it.
I was talking about restaurants, for God's sake!
Tomato soups. Few are the ones that I like. A tomato soup has to be sweet, I am sorry:) My friend Diana was of great help, in our university years, when she asked the waiter: please, bring some sugar for my friend's tomato soup. She is from Transsylvania. All these words with an almost ashamed tone. She's from the country. Come on! See the best tomato soup I had until now, at a restaurant that doesn't exist anymore. Or it was sweet because I had it at a dinner with Ambassador Rosapepe? Sweet, creamy, and very consistent! Even if the waiter added pepper with such a liberal gesture, as if the whole Universe needed the black powder at that moment, it was a real pleasant discovery for my tastebuds.
Then comes the tomato soup at le Chocolat, even if it's too greasy (might be my own problem with fat stuff but hey, its healthier this way!). Don't ask for the onion soup here, unless you like puting your hands into the mouth. He who has discovered the polite way to eat a soup that has a huge island of melted cheese on a piece of bread that is floating on the soup surface, please comment and teach.
Then the soups at the Mystic tree [Mystic Tree- Bucuresti, Str. Mantuleasa nr.8. Reservations 0721.077.600 ]. Too bad they are not always fresh. You have to taste the garlic soup here! What a taste!
And what a look! But this for the beans soup at the Szekely Vendeglo [Bucuresti. 76, str. Jean Louis Calderon. Reservations 021. 210. 30. 08]. A soup that is served in a flat plate, for the cook puts it into a round, pumpkin like, home bread. See the picture on the Metropotam.
Enough with soups. Too much soup enlarges the stomach, I heard..
7 comments:
lately, the tomato soup at Chocolat has become less and less creamy everyday :(
that's a shame. Haven't tasted it from Spring.. but you saw they changed even the waiters there. the moment they start to know me, the moment they are leaving:)))
You have to try the potatoes and anchovy soup at the Mystic Tree.Indeed, what a taste!
By the way, I have always had the soup very very fresh. Cream soups are always made fresh...
soups are made in large quantities and stored until somebody asks for something...so i fell even if they are made some more than 5 hours ago.cream is added before serving.
Wow, that's being sensitive! In a way I envy you, in others not--I'm picky as it is, imagine if my palate would be this sensitive!
To be honest, I don't know how to translate razalusi. I can explain how they're made, but that's about it.
it is said vegetarians' smell and taste is more accute...less toxins in the body to alter the senses...
i was astonished at the beginning when i could tell what's in my colleague's sandwich...and she was 15 m away.
I'm really scared by that possibility/ I don't envy you. As a kid I smelled too much, in my opinion, I was too perceiving. Even as a smoker, I smell with more accuracy than many non-smokers. Imagine I'd stop smoking and eating meat...
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