Why I Needed This Soup Today
Alright, so yesterday felt like forever, cold rain wouldn’t stop hammering my window. All I could think about was something warm, something creamy, something stupid simple to throw together. Seriously, my brain was mush. Scrolled through a million recipes online and bam, hit “Best Idaho Potato Soup Ever 5 Ingredients”. Only FIVE things? Sounded almost too good, but hey, desperate times. Grabbed my keys and hauled myself to the store.
What Went Down in the Kitchen
First things first, gotta get the stuff ready:
- Peeled those Idaho potatoes. Like, a whole bag? Felt like peeling a mountain. Made a mess of the counter. Worth it.
- Chopped up an onion. Tears streaming, totally dramatic. Looked like I was crying over the weather.
- Measured out the chicken broth. Sniffed the box. Still good? Yeah, fine.
- Grabbed the butter block. Real stuff, none of that fake junk.
- Found the heavy whipping cream hiding behind the milk jug. Score!
Cooking Time:
Plunked my big pot on the stove, cranked it to medium. Threw in the butter chunk. Watched it melt and swirl. Dumped the chopped onion in there quick before I chickened out. Sizzle city! Stirred those onions around like my life depended on it. Started smelling amazing. They got kinda soft and clear, maybe even a tiny bit tan at the edges? Didn’t wanna burn ’em.
Next, dumped the damn potatoes into the pot. All of ’em. Made a satisfying thud sound. Poured in all that chicken broth right on top. Liquid barely covered the pile. Figured, close enough. Lid on, waited for the boil.
Once it started bubbling hard, I turned the heat way down. Just a little simmer action. Lid mostly on. Left it alone like, forever. Stirred maybe twice, just in case stuff was sticking at the bottom. Checked the potatoes with a fork – yep, soft as pillows. Felt good.
The Magic Moment:
Killed the heat. Got out my potato masher, that old reliable thing. Went to town right in the pot! Smashed about half the potatoes maybe? Left some chunks for texture. Didn’t want baby food soup, you know?
Now, the good part. Poured in the heavy cream. That thick, white river flowed in slow. Stirred it gently, watched everything turn creamy dreamy. Took a tiny spoonful to taste. Needed salt? Hell yeah. Pepper? Oh yeah. Sprinkled some in, stirred again. Tasted… shockingly perfect.
How It Turned Out
Ladled that steaming gold into a bowl. Seriously, just five things, and it smelled like a warm hug. Creamy, potato-y heaven with those little chunks.
My kid wandered in sniffing the air. “Is that soup?” Grabbed a spoon. Took a bite. “Dad… this is actually good.” High praise! Curled up on the couch with big bowls, listened to the rain. Zero fancy techniques involved, total cozy perfection. Totally worth the onion tears.
