>If you know me, you know I have food issues…I hardly eat a vegetable and I have a whole list of foods that I don’t like for “no good reason” (some might say). For example, I don’t eat bread. Why? BEcause, that’s why. I don’t eat pie, waffles or pancakes either…too bready. I also don’t like “creamy stuff”. Hold the mayo (it’s not gonna be on my hotdog or hamburger bun anyway-just gimme some meat) and do NOT let that coleslaw touch my BBQ. I could go on and on but I won’t.
I’m only trying to confess that I have known about pickle soup for a few years now but, suspecting its creaminess, I sort of dodged it for awhile…
My friend Laurie was living in Chicago and called me up a few years ago practically breathless to tell me about Pickle Soup. She had seen it in a deli, tried it and said she “thought of me with every spicy spoonful”. Until that very moment, I had never heard of nor IMAGINED such a thing as Pickle Soup….yumm…spicy spoonfuls!
Well, I guess I imagined my own version of pickle soup (pickle juice in a bowl? sounds good to me!) because when I googled it two seconds later I saw a list of ingredients that made me shake my head at and think, “nope, not for ME”…
I officially kept my eyes peeled for it in New York but I’ll go ahead and admit it-I never came across it myself because I tend to eat in places that serve tacos or corndogs. My friend Xan is the one who ultimately became my Pickle Soup guide. He actually found it in a couple of places but liked King’s Feast, a Polish restaurant in Greenpoint, on Manhattan Avenue, the best. Not only is the soup a nice consistency he said, but it also has a nice strong, pickle-y taste. We made a date to meet and eat but I continued to drag my feet. The fear of being a pickle freak that didn’t like pickle soup was bearing down on me…
I got the soup, which was officially listed as “Dilled Cucumber Soup” for $2.95. Xan got his usual Old Fashioned Meat. I was still a little hesitant when the soup came out…there were lots of shredded carrots in there but the pickle fragrance was enough to convince me to dig in and ignore the vegetables. I actually liked the potato-ness of the soup and the chunky-ness distracted me from the creamy-ness of the bowl. I took a few bites and felt the pressure leave me…I was still, and continue to be, a Pickle Freak.
I plan on taking Pickle Soup into my own hands and making my own version of it. This way I can control the creaminess, leave out the carrots and create my own “spicy spoonfuls”. I will not, however, attempt to make Old Fashioned Meat at home…I’ll just leave that to Old Fashioned Meat Freak, I mean Xan.