I do apologize if I sound rude to the Russians, but I call this soup my Russian Peasant soup, filled with cabbage and bit of bacon, pork balls (yes I said I would cut down on processed foods but bacon, pork balls and octopus balls are things I considered my "soul food") lurking around the surface like flotsam.
I just think that my favorite Mr Piggy goes well with cabbage *drools*, which I am glad as a big non-fan of cabbage.
Actually I cooked this back in cold December and forgot to blog about it. Perhaps because of the prawns which I do not eat. B1 complained that I would not cook prawns because I do not care for them. So I agreed that I would cook them if he would peel them. We even argued on how much peeling he would do (he wanted to merely strip the heads, but I made him strip off the legs and the body leaving only the tail, then gingerly holding each prawn by the body with a pair of tongs I cut away the dirty black vein *I am fastidious to the last*). I cooked them with butter, chinese wine, lots of pepper and salt, and had to stare at the prawns in order to tell whether they were cooked just right. Sigh.
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