Saffron Potato Soup ~ The Feral Inner Child

One would like to think Sister Madly matured as she grew older- much like a fine cheese; but if truth be told, she has only enhanced her vocabulary- again, like a fine cheese.

As of late, Sister Madly has had to find- if not invent- new ways of entertaining herself. Having just spent her birthday in quarantine, Sister Madly found herself waltzing down the back alley of yesteryear, bypassing the Valley of the Dolls only to frolic through the grassy knoll of absolute childhood boredom. Sister Madly will now be incorporating these Adventures of Absolute Childhood Boredom into her daily routine.

This little ditty is about a starry-eyed bull named T-Bone, who entertained dreams of becoming one-half of a World Champion Bullfighting* Team. Mama T-Bone, however, was determined to keep her little Bovine at home to take violin lessons from no maestro in particular. T-Bone, naturally, rebelled against convention and would slip out of the house to meet up with a most flashy Matador in hopes of achieving the All-American Dream.

* In the Madliverse, a ‘bullfight’ was an Olympic-level choreographed dance between Matador, Bull, and a beach towel advertising Carnation Bon Bons. There was no harming of animals- real or imagined- as T-Bone was a sensitive soul and would have no doubt chosen the violin.

That age-old tale of 2 Horses stampeding into their Owner’s house late at night and insisting on sharing the bed because it was too cold to sleep in the Barn. Sometimes, they would lock Owner said Barn (that is, the Madly Matriarch’s Closet) and snack on Tato Skins in his absence; at others, they would tie Owner’s socks into knots for no reason in particular.

But it was mostly about the Tato Skins.

The odyssey of a Red Shirt who was in love with a pair of Turquoise Pants, who sought the services of a Tailor in the hopes of being dyed a color complimentary to the aforementioned Pants. The Owner of the Shirt- Tallulah- wanted to pair the Shirt with a Mini Skirt from the 70’s, seeking to dye the Shirt a hideous shade of orange. Many a washing, drying, and ironing moment* were had before hanging the Shirt in the closet- after which, in the dead of night, Shirt would disguise itself as a Blinky-Woo-Woo Visor while attempting to make contact with the Tailor.

* Various acrobatics and fanciful pillow fighting upon the Patriarch’s bed.

Not a haunted house but a maze made up of riffraff, chairs, and some rather terrifying dolls such as Baby Alive* through which one crawled by the glow of a Lite-Brite.

To be honest, Sister Madly has no desire to recreate this particular childhood pastime: feeling her way through a booby-trapped obstacle course undercover of darkness is something she does every night between turning off the light and climbing into bed- which is 3 feet away from the light switch.

* Baby Alive didn’t work, by the way. She ate her food, which in turn rotted inside of her; it didn’t take long.
Also, she was called Baby Alive…

As the aforementioned adventures were not designed for social distancing, Sister Madly decided to recruit a particularly toothy live-in companion of whose elegance you are certain to be jealous: Sister Madly’s Inner Child.

However, the only part of these adventures that remotely interested her Inner Child was the bit about the Tato Skins. Upon discovering that all Sister Madly had to snack on was some cans of Spaghetti-O’s from her quake rations, her Inner Child threw an epic tantrum and climbed into the sock drawer to sulk.

Quite the feral soul, her Inner Child…


  • 1 Onion, diced
  • 3-5 Garlic cloves, minced
  • Potatoes, quartered
  • Mushrooms, sliced
  • Carrots, chopped
  • Celery, chopped
  • Peas
  • 4-6 cups vegetable stock
  • ½ cup dry white wine
  • Lg pinch saffron, crushed
  • 2 bay leaves
  • 1 TBSP thyme
  • 1 tsp paprika
  • 1 tsp cumin
  • Salt/pepper, to taste
  • Heavy cream (opt)

Sauté onion until translucent: 8-10 min
Add garlic; sauté 2-3 min
Add celery and carrots; sauté 2-3 min
Add spices; sauté 30 sec
Deglaze with wine
Add potatoes, mushrooms, and broth; bring to a boil
Reduce heat; simmer until veggies are tender; 25-30 min
Add peas and cream (if using); simmer 3-5 min
Remove from heat and serve

THEME SONG: Forever Young, Alphaville


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25 responses

  1. Anonymous

    Da soup sounds good except for the bay leaves and the cumin- can’t stand ’em🤥 Madly, I have to ask…, did you abuse your parents as a child 👨 ???

    Liked by 1 person

    June 18, 2020 at 10:20 AM

    • Then assert your dominance over the cumin and bay leaves through liturgical dance while brandishing a shiny new trebuchet!

      (Statistics say that 9 out of 10 Dentists, quite frankly, have no idea what I’m talking about…)


      June 18, 2020 at 8:30 PM

      • They probably think a trebuchet is the new ride
        Disney 🤛🧟‍♂️🤜

        Liked by 1 person

        June 21, 2020 at 2:21 PM

        • Depends upon the landing: in a field of buttercups, or something a little more concrete…


          June 21, 2020 at 4:22 PM

  2. Awesome

    Liked by 1 person

    June 19, 2020 at 2:56 AM

  3. locksley2010

    Not sure who the toothy companion is, but he looks really happy. Loving the items in his back ground too, a touch of class and the bourgoise never goes amiss.

    And even though it may be late: Happy Birthday! 🎂

    Liked by 1 person

    June 20, 2020 at 1:26 AM

    • That toothy thing is my Inner Child! Who wishes you a Happy Solstice, by the way. ;c)

      And thank you for the Birthday wishes!

      Liked by 1 person

      June 20, 2020 at 1:48 PM

      • locksley2010

        Oh! And I have whisky for you!

        Liked by 1 person

        June 20, 2020 at 1:55 PM

        • I was going to say… when you run out of mead, there’s some whiskey here in your sock drawer!

          … but I see you remembered… :~D


          June 20, 2020 at 1:59 PM

        • locksley2010

          In that case we surpassed ourselves! 😁

          And thank you!

          Liked by 1 person

          June 20, 2020 at 2:01 PM

        • locksley2010

          And…. I’ll chug mine if you chug yours! 🥃🥃

          Liked by 1 person

          June 20, 2020 at 2:02 PM

        • Is 2pm too early to chug whiskey? I can start with some cider if necessary.


          June 20, 2020 at 2:05 PM

        • locksley2010

          It’s 22:06 here and it’s twilight. Cider is always good!

          Liked by 1 person

          June 20, 2020 at 2:06 PM

  4. locksley2010

    Lol! My friend, you are very welcome. And of course, merry solstice! I might have drunk a bit…. beer, pimms, and now there’s mead! Here’s to you! 🍻🥂🍹

    Liked by 1 person

    June 20, 2020 at 1:53 PM

  5. I wish to be in one of you stories…. How about the intrepid paranormal investigating your haunted fridge… 🙂 .. I open the fridge and we both get sucked into a another world only YOU could imagine… I am just along for the ride . Did I mention I charge by the hour?

    Liked by 1 person

    June 22, 2020 at 8:38 AM

    • But what if that world exists outside of time, and upon our return- assuming that is possible- it is 7 minutes prior to the moment we entered the fridge?

      And what if there’s now 2 sets of us??


      June 22, 2020 at 5:36 PM

  6. Sun Hesper Jansen

    Baby Alive… There’s a horror I’ll see in tonight’s nightmares for sure. ^_^

    Liked by 1 person

    June 23, 2020 at 11:52 AM

  7. Wow!I have come across another noted blogger who is interested in recipes.Thanks a lot for the recipe.👍🌹🙏

    Liked by 1 person

    July 25, 2020 at 8:06 AM

  8. Yum

    Liked by 1 person

    September 15, 2020 at 11:25 AM

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