My kid eats broccoli!

I mean, I’m not trying to brag or anything, but yeah, I’m bragging. Because what mother isn’t thrilled when her three year old loves a veggie? A weird, tree looking, full of vitamins and fiber veggie? Exactly. I mean, the only thing I can think of is that I love broccoli. So he’s been getting it since the womb. And I never really listened to the “don’t eat this or your kid will get gas” breastfeeding advice (actually, some of that advice, I didn’t get until after the fact, and since he wasn’t anymore gassy on the veggies than off, well, I just kept eating them). So we eat a good bit of it in our house. And Oma makes it quite often, too.

So today I was at home and I wanted some soup. Hmmm…. I had some beans and some tomato sauce, I could make minestrone… again. But really, it was already late and I needed to have dinner ready in less than an hour, so, no, no minestrone. Then I spied the broccoli chilling in the fridge. I thought, What the heck? I could try some broccoli soup. How hard could that be?

Well, it did turn out to be a bit of work (and a few too many dishes to be washed). But oh my word—- it was an AMAZING soup! Like Armin even complimented it (that says a lot, normally I might hear a pleasant grunt if he likes it— he really doesn’t understand that you’re supposed to kiss the butt of the woman who makes all your meals). So, I’m posting my recipe here. I found a recipe online, but i didn’t have everything it called for, so I kind of made up my own way. If I don’t write it down, then I’ll forget. Feel free to try it, maybe your kids will eat broccoli too.

Cream of Broccoli Soup

1-2 Tbsp butter (I used unsalted b/c that’s what they sell here)

1/2 small onion (finely diced)

1 tsp garlic (minced)

3+ cups of broccoli (florets and some stems, roughly chopped)

3 cups of broth (I used a bit of both: chicken and veggie)

3 Tbsp butter

2 Tbsp flour

1 1/2 cups milk

1/2 cup cream or half and half

1/2-1 tsp salt

1/4- 1/2 tsp pepper

2-3 Tbsp Parmesan cheese (grated)

  • Saute the onions in the butter until soft and golden.
  • Throw in the garlic and broccoli.
  • Add the broth really quickly, saying “Oh crap! The broccoli’s gonna burn!”
  • Let that simmer for ten minutes or until the broccoli get pretty soft. Go ahead and drag out the blender while you wait. You can also start melting the 3 Tbsp butter in a small saucepan.
  • Take portions of broccoli and broth out and blend/puree in the blender. The recipe online was all about putting it in a new bowl or something so that you could puree every last bit, but I thought that I’d save a bowl and keep some broccoli chunks. (Good thing, because O kept asking for more broccoli in his soup!) If I were smart or savvy or whatever, I could have also had one of those hand-held blender things, but I’m not one of the cool kids. Keep your soup on low while you work on the milk mixture.
  • When the butter in the small saucepan is melted, add in your flour, stirring really well. Then add the milk and cream. Keep stirring while it all heats up.
  • Add the milk mixture to the broccoli slop and viola! You have cream of broccoli soup. Add in the salt and pepper and Parmesan. I’d recommend tweaking those amounts to your family’s particular tastes.
  • When you 3 year old spills it on the table. Point out that it looks like snot. This will actually encourage him to eat more of it.

If you like to live dangerously and callously pour in the milk without measuring, have no fear: you can always add a bit of cornstarch to thicken it up when you’ve outdone yourself on the liquids. I live very dangerously, thus, I know this trick well.

Anyway, it’s that time of year for soups and warm drinks. I’m hating the cold here in Germany, but at least I can find yummy ways to warm us up!



Happy January!

Well, it has been quite a while since my last blog post. Things got busy with my German classes and then we had to get packed for our trip to Louisiana. We had a great time with family and friends and then we got sick. O got better, I got worse. We came home and that pretty much takes us to where we are now.


Our Christmas vacation was great, really. We saw a lot of people and got to spend quality time with some of our favorites. I’m especially grateful for that time in light of the fact that a very special little friend has passed away since our trip. I hope that O will remember at least some of his time with his friend.

Now we’re back in the hum-drum of the everyday in cold, snowy Deutschland. I’m feeling better and ready to power through the next three months of German classes. I’m looking forward to the new challenges that 2013 will bring and hopefully I’ll have a few friends come for a visit!


Biggest Challenge of 2013: My son decided he wants to be a rock star. How do you tell a 2 year old that eventually he’s going to have to grow up and get a real job????

Guten Tag!

First full day in Germany as an ex-pat:

Started the morning off with a train into Tubingen. This alone was entertaining. People-watching included a man wearing an ascot and punked out Euro-teens (pretty much as bad as the hipster-youth in the US that I want to kick in the teeth wearing skinny jeans with oversized high-top sneakers). German language class was not all that bad. The teachers only speak German and us students just fumble through and make asses of ourselves. By happenstance, I sat down next to the other American in the class (not a totally unlikely scenario, we only have 6 students). I think I learned a few things, but a lot of it was phrases I already knew. I was already a bit confused at times, though, so we’ll see how I fair in the long run. After class was over, Husband and I drove back to Albstadt to register me and Oli as living in the city. It went fairly quickly, thank God. There is nothing more boring than sitting there with people having an entire conversation in front of you in which you can’t participate. Hell, I don’t even understand 75% of the words. Then A took me to the metzgerei (a butcher shop) to feed me because I was complaining of hunger (who would have guessed?). They had some sort of sausage with cheese in it. I said, “That sounds fab!” And indeed, it was fab. Very, very fabulous. It was like the best smoked sausage you could find at home, with this creamy cheesiness melting from the inside. They served it on this cross between a croissant and a ciabatta. AhhhMazing. It was a ray of light on an otherwise bleak and dreary day. I’m not being melodramatic here, it was dreary outside. It’s cold, first of all. And wet. And the sky is grey and everything just looks dull. I missed the sun, the warmth from home. The colorful clothes and just generally happier faces of Louisiana people. I must say, while some of the people here are good looking, I do believe the South has a higher ratio of pretty people to the general population. Just saying….