17. November 2014 by swissfitchick
I should start off by saying I was tricked into being here today. For those of you who know Lucie, I imagine this comes as no surprise. (L: I take this as a compliment.) When she initially reached out to me, it was in a syrupy, sweet manner. She was dripping with rainbows, champagne and compliments, which I was able to see through better than a flimsy nightgown worn too many times. Yet another reason I recommend nudity (L: I agree! Let’s get all naked!). Even so, she managed to hook me, and all it took was two simple words, which appealed to my overly inflated ego like no other: Vanilla Gorilla.
You see, despite my short vertical stance and lack of any real distinct muscle definition, I fancy myself a vanilla gorilla and the reason is quite simple. In my mind, I can do anything, especially those things you say aren’t possible. I like a challenge, despise losing and am rather fond of pounding on my chest, or at least my Hubby certainly is. Oops sorry, I should probably introduce myself before we get all naked and go right for dessert. ‘Eh it’s probably too late, and I’ve crossed so many lines already, so I think I’ll just leave the introduction to my sister from a different mister, Lucie.
L: Meghan is my long lost soulmate (we are the same age. I feel so bonded). We have never met, yet it’s obvious. We love words and skinny asparagus, Sex and the City and we share a weird music taste. We also agreed on our greeting when we first meet #chestbumpjump
Plus, we can both snort with laughter about fartjokes. Read on.
In the meantime, I’m going to share some words and food, specifically in that order because it’s my specialty. I talk a lot, and I eat fantastically well, sometimes as you now know, in the buff.
And away we go.
Stuffed Artichoke Soup with Brown Rice & Asiago
I ingest enough fiber on a weekly basis to keep a small horse in the bathroom for days.
I like fiber. I’m a big fan. Besides the simple fact it keeps me satiated, it’s also great for your colon, which let’s be honest, is one sexy organ. Fiber is your friend, my friends. It reduces your risk of breast cancer and heart disease, helps control blood sugar, aides in skin breakouts, and lowers your bad cholesterol, which allows you to eat more full fat cheese. Obviously. Oh and it keeps you rather regular; like clockwork baby and since I’m a planner, this pleases me to no end.
Now along with fiber loving ways comes a certain share of flatulence. It’s true.
I remember the first time I accidentally let one slip in front of the Hubby. I tried to blame the furniture, then the cats, and when that didn’t work, I almost died of embarrassment. I say almost because I’m still here to tell the tale. After he laughed at me, I vaguely remember running from the room in horror. It’s odd, I have no qualms about participating in a Tough Mudder, but passing gas in front of the man I love is a nightmare. I see the irony.
My reaction is even more amusing when you consider my upbringing.
You see, I come from a long line of gassy people. The kind of people who will nonchalantly pass wind mid-conversation with nary a thought. The kind who will continue the same conversation as if nothing happened. The kind who think if you step into the next room and let one rip, no one can hear it. It’s like the five second rule for farts, and it’s false. The walls aren’t that thick.
With Thanksgiving right around the corner, this seemed like the perfect time to call my lovely blood relatives out on their less than savory ways, except now I realize they probably won’t even give me the courtesy of vacating the room first. Crap. Perhaps that was a poor word choice.
Interesting enough, or maybe not if farts aren’t your thing, since I switched to eating more cleanly, which for me includes consuming mass amounts of fruits, veggies, and legumes, I’ve actually noticed a significant drop in my backdoor musicality. I can also ingest fiber filled foods like a champ. Seriously, they should give me a crown. Yes another one, because I’ve literally eaten entire heads of cauliflower in a single sitting without issue. I’ve ingested giant plates of veggies, consumed multiple bowls of three bean chili without a shred of remorse or ill effects. I’m probably a medical miracle; maybe I should call the Cleveland Clinic so they can do tests of my abs of steel and intestines of power.
I suspect at this point, you might be curious where I’m going with all this, and the short answer is you need to make this Stuffed Artichoke Soup with Brown Rice and Asiago Cheese. The long answer is since it’s packed with artichokes, a high fiber food, it might give you gas. It didn’t for me, but I’m a fiber filled freak of nature.
I will tell you, this isn’t a broth based soup with a few morsels of food tucked away. Instead, it’s chock full of flavor, rich, and creamy, without being overtly thick. If you like artichokes, this soup is perfect for you. It’s packed deliberately full, so you get a bite with every spoonful. The brown rice contributes to the feeling of overall satiety, while the nutty Asiago cheese makes your taste buds shout with delight. There is the quietest sense of heat derived from the use of red pepper flakes. Please do not be deterred, even if you don’t like spicy food. It’s quite literally a wonderful and subtle background flavor, which will intrigue your taste buds, without overwhelming them. I promise. I tested this on spicy and non-spicy food critics and met with overall success. I even had several requests for the recipe.
This Stuffed Artichoke Soup with Brown Rice and Asiago Cheese is that good and exactly what you want in your mouth, come this holiday season. If it also happens to contribute to the overall immaturity level of you and your family, well then you’re welcome. Farts on me; not literally because that’d be gross.
Stuffed Artichoke Soup with Brown Rice & Asiago Cheese (Serves 4)
- 3 Tbsp. Olive Oil
- 1/2 cup Onions, Minced
- 2 cloves Garlic, Minced
- 3 Tbsp. White Wine or White Wine Vinegar
- 2 15.5 ounces cans of marinated Artichokes, drained and finely chopped. Or if you use a Costco sized jar of Marinated Artichokes, just measure out 15.5 ounces. The reason for the difference is because cans are pretty much half liquid.
- 3 cups cooked Rice
- 4 cups Veggie Stock
- 1 tsp Salt
- 3/4 tsp. White Pepper
- 1 to 2 tsp. Red Pepper Flakes, depending on your heat preference.
- 1 tsp Garlic Powder
- 1/2 tsp. Dry Mustard
- 1/4 tsp. Nutmeg
- 2 cups Milk of Choice, I used Soy
- 1 1/2 cups Asiago Cheese, shredded
To obtain the full recipe, including the directions, click here: http://cleaneatsfastfeets.com/recipes/breads-salads-and-soups/stuffed-artichoke-soup-with-brown-rice-asiago/
Before I shove off, I should mention artichokes are supposed to be great for curing hangovers. I don’t know about you, but I full intend to test this theory with a bowl of this intoxicating soup. Bottoms up. (L: I wanna be there. Not for the detox (that’d be brave), but for the party the night before.)