As I'm into soups and wraps lately... this is a new soup recipe I am dabbling with. A semi-pureed white bean soup with fresh rosemary and topped with homemade olive oil croutons, a chiffonade(fancy-shmancy term meaning thinly sliced into ribbons) of basil, and a drizzle of good quality olive oil.
When hubby started eating the soup, he actually "ooohed and ahhhed". Now, my husband is picky. And, a good critic (sometimes too good). He can love his meal and not say a word, until I ask him "so what do you think?"
But, this time, he just about melted eating the soup. I think it was the whole combination. The drizzle of olive oil over the slightly salty croutons that were slowly softening into the mellow-rosemary infused soup, with the occasional burst of fresh basil.
He said "wow, this should be a new recipe". "It is" I replied. (I did tell him I was working on my new book, even though he thinks I'm half mad to do so)! Anyhow, he said "well, you should blog this one - even though I didn't think I would like it looking at it".
Um, thanks?! I guess though because the soup is not bursting with a variety of colors and visible textures, his first impression was not a fabulous one.
Proof that even though we "first eat with our eyes", sometimes you can't judge a soup by it's color!