Tunisian Vegetable Soup ~ Stilton Dreams

Now Sister Madly knows better than to believe every rumor that crosses her path; otherwise, she would be locked in the pantry, wailing in sackcloth over the fact that the world did not end in 2012. However, when the Professor cited an article that claimed Stilton Cheese has been known to induce dreams, she was most intrigued.

The idea of vivid dreams was like catnip to the starry-eyed moppet, as her sleep has been rather dreary as of late: even Rambunctious Shadow Kitty has been tame these last few weeks. A dream of epic proportions would be a welcome change to the recent nights of intermittent insomnia: dreams of travel, of sparkly things, of encounters with legendary creatures- anything that deviated from the current ritual of staring up at the ceiling fan at 3 AM would be greatly appreciated.

There was, of course, the possibility that she would end up with equally vivid nightmares, in which case Sister Madly would spend the rest of the night with her eyes propped open with toothpicks.

But that is the risk one assumes when dabbling with Stilton Cheese.*

* Along with the most atrocious morning breath. Indeed, it is not a Cheese of Romance.

So to ensure a night of unparalleled adventures in slumberland, Sister Madly decided to hit up the local Stilton-Dealing demimonde: the neighborhood grocer.

It’s quite sci-fi, really, the way the supermarket doors slide apart before her. She has long-since perfected her majestic stride, parading in and out of the market like a demented Grand Vizier- until that afternoon, that is, when the doors slid apart with all the speed and enthusiasm of continental drift.

Which Sister Madly failed to notice until it was all too late.

After the usual bout of stars and bluebirds circling about her head, the first thing she saw was a pair of bacon socks and bear claw slippers standing before her. Further on up, the celestial vision gave way to the wool skirt and orange poncho of the jolly transient who collects bottles from bins and feeds granola to the pigeons. He was particularly chipper that day, having just heard of a possible 5¢ bottle deposit increase, and was eager to tell Sister Madly all about it.

He then mentioned that the doors were defective as of late, and she should take care when challenging their position.

Once inside, she made her way over to the cheese counter, where she effectively avoided all staff due to the glossy ‘don’t even try talking to me’ veneer inherent in all feral Sister Madly’s. Unfortunately, the market was rather limited on their selection of Stilton; but then, certain American proprietors are rather skittish when it comes to unconventional cheeses.*

* Especially in regards to that cheese infested with maggots– seriously, Italy, that is so uncool.

While the cutesy little sign recommended a cheeky wine pairing for foodies and romantics alike, there was no advice on protocol for inducing dreams (how unthoughtful!) Apparently, dream-seekers were completely on their own when pursuing a round of nocturnal adventures.

And yet, this revelation was nothing compared to the terror Sister Madly endured when confronted by the mother of all social horrors:

The self-checkout was gone.

There is a reason that the gods created self-checkout, just as they created texting, single-passenger cars, and carrier pigeons: to pass their divine blessing upon lovely, antisocial behavior.

You know what this means, don’t you? Sister Madly has to talk to people!

And she has to talk to them about a wedge of stinky cheese.

Now this was a high-risk scenario: would the cashier deny Sister Madly this cheese knowing she was using it for recreational purposes? Were there guidelines on how to consume this delicacy for maximum dream lucidity? Is she allowed crackers? Cured meats? Some people put Stilton in a port wine sauce; however, Sister Madly wasn’t too keen on the idea of drinking her cheese- that all but guaranteed unforgivable nightmares. And what about the rind? Was there a certain magic contained within that outer layer?

But these questions answered themselves when Sister Madly woke the next morning, all tangled in bed sheets and with the world’s most terrifying bed-head.

There had been a dream, all right, one of a plucky Sister Madly sticking pins in ginger root as though it was a voodoo doll, all the while singing ‘All I Have to Do is Dream’ to her pet pinecone (affectionately named, ‘Pinecone.’) There was a vague awareness that the constellation Sagittarius was being held hostage by a man named Doug, but this was of no consequence as Sister Madly was a Gemini.

In other words, your run-of-the-mill dream. So disappointing.

TUNISIAN VEGETABLE SOUP

  • 1 onion, chopped
  • 3 garlic gloves, minced
  • 8 oz. mushrooms, quartered
  • Sweet potato, cubed
  • Rainbow carrots, chopped
  • Celery, sliced
  • 1 cup pearl couscous, uncooked
  • 6-8 cups vegetable stock
  • 2 tbsp tomato paste
  • 1-2 tbsp Harissa, to taste
  • 1 tbsp Ras el Hanout
  • 1 tbsp coriander
  • 2 tsp cumin
  • 1 tsp sumac
  • 1/2 tsp ginger
  • 1/2 tsp turmeric
  • 1/4 tsp cardamom powder
  • 1/4 cinnamon powder
  • Salt and pepper, to taste
  • Oil, for sauteing

Saute onion and garlic until translucent; 5-8 min
Add carrots and celery; saute 3-5 min
Add spices, tomato paste, and harissa; mix
Add potatoes and mushrooms; stir to coat
Add stock and bring to a boil
Reduce heat, cover, and simmer for 25-30 min, stirring occasionally
Add couscous
Cover and simmer until couscous is cooked; 8-10 min

THEME SONG: All I Have to Do is Dream, Everly Brothers

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22 responses

  1. Good day Milady Madly.

    Word on the cobblestones, the last thing you need to worry about is crackers!

    I understand there is such a thing as, “Floating Stilton Toasts”. Perhaps as they’re already floating these cheesy delights would be more conducive to a preferred dream state?!

    Crackers are in the cupboard in a red box beside the red from under the bed. Just in case you do need them.

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    May 21, 2017 at 5:49 AM

    • If I happen to encounter some Floating Stilton Toast as I go about my day, does that mean I have achieved the ultimate dream state, or does that mean I am completely crackers?

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      May 21, 2017 at 9:56 AM

  2. Interesting soup!

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    May 21, 2017 at 6:02 AM

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  4. House of Heart

    Yummy soup! Gotta to get me some of that cheese!https://houseofheartweb.wordpress.com/2017/05/20/summer-with-burroughs/

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    May 21, 2017 at 7:59 AM

    • Hopefully your Stilton dreams are much more interesting! ;c)

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      May 21, 2017 at 9:36 AM

      • House of Heart

        Hoping the cheese will liven things up. 🙂

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        May 21, 2017 at 10:04 AM

  5. LOL! I recently walked face first into a pair of automatic doors myself. Then like one of those wind up toys, I backed up and promptly did it again. Nobody has ever told my brain what to do when the doors don’t quickly open. I assume you just keep repeating the process until they do.

    Cheese is amazing stuff. I am such a cheese addict, I suspect I’d even try Italian maggot cheese. Nobody ever seem to mind the worm in tequila, right?

    As to dreams, ai yi yi, don’t even get me started…..

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    May 21, 2017 at 8:13 AM

    • I see nothing wrong with that repetitious method, uncomfortable as it may be- it will get you through those doors one way or another. That’s just logic.

      I do like cheese, but I draw the line when it’s alive. I fear it may become vengeful.

      Like

      May 21, 2017 at 9:44 AM

  6. I laughed so hard! I hope you enjoyed the cheese and got decent sleep😂ha ha! Great funny article to help me get past Monday!!😂

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    May 22, 2017 at 4:33 AM

    • The dreams were disappointing, but the cheese was good- just don’t forget to brush your teeth after!

      Here’s to better days ahead for you! ;c)

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      May 22, 2017 at 9:44 AM

  7. Yummy…I want to try and make this vegetable soup and eat it. 🙂

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    May 22, 2017 at 1:12 PM

  8. I would sprinkle some of that Stilton in that lovely soup I would! ( you have to say it with a Cockney accent). Penicilium Roqueforti is a strong gear for nocturnal oneiric adventures! Parmesan at midnight will send you to lands you’ve never imagine existed… Trust me, I’ve been there! 🙂 ( Really enjoyed reading this btw 😉 )

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    May 23, 2017 at 3:45 AM

    • I’ll have to settle on thinking that in a Cockney accent- I’m not good at speaking it.

      It would be foolish not to take such expert cheese advice. I will have to plan another attempt!

      What do you suppose will happen if I consume Stilton AND Parmesan at the same time?

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      May 23, 2017 at 12:00 PM

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