Emeril’s Crock-Pot Split Pea Soup
There have been numerous occasions throughout my life that seem to eerily mimic those found in movies or television shows. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve thought to myself while watching a movie “yes, I GET that”. However, I can’t say I’ve been in a situation where I’ve thought “this totally reminds me of that book I used to read when I was 8″. Call me crazy but I’ve just never had a circumstance that felt oddly on par to an event depicted in a children’s book. I don’t know. Maybe things are different for you. Maybe you were raised in a French orphanage or you regularly say goodnight to the moon and other things. All I’m saying is that I have not found myself in a situation that was undeniably similar to that of a work of children’s literature. That is until last week…
If you don’t already know the story of George and Martha, allow me to enlighten you. There once was a pair of hippopotamuses (hippopotami?…JUST KIDDING…let’s go with hippos) REDO: There once was a pair of hippos named George and Martha. Martha loved Split Pea Soup. She made it all the time. I don’t blame Martha at all for her love of Split Pea Soup. It’s dirt cheap and a nutritional POWERHOUSE. Talk about bang for your buck. Fiber, protein, potassium, the B’s, K… sorry back to the story. Anyways, Martha liked to make Split Pea Soup a lot, a lot as in every day. However, her hubby hippo, George, was not a fan of the complex flavor imparted by the split pea. He hated Martha’s soup. Now, unlike most males, George was very compassionate. Maybe it’s a hippo thing. He kept that hidden from Martha. You know, dare he hurt his beautiful hippo wife’s feelings. So instead, he pounded every god awful bowl she placed in front of his face. Poor guy. That is until one day when he just could no longer stand another bite. Unfortunately, George was not as sly as he thought he was (sly is not really an adjective I’d use to describe a hippo anyways) and his sweet naive wife caught him dumping a bowl of her soup. He of course had the intention of “playing it off” like he ate it. Long story short, this opens up the lines of communication between the two hippos. Martha confronts George, George finally confesses that he hates her soup…it ends well. Remember they are hippos and not humans. This situation would never ever play out as smoothly if they were humans. Regardless, it’s a cute little fable. You’re probably ready to know what this has to do with Emeril Lagasse’s Split Pea Soup.
With the holiday season quickly approaching, I’ve found myself craving soups and stews. This Split Pea Soup recipe, courtesy of Emeril Lagasse, definitely fit the bill. It’s healthy, delicious, nostalgic…it also makes ~ 6 qts. Yes you read that correctly. This bad boy makes roughly 6 qts of Split Pea Soup. You’re seeing the correlation with George and Martha now aren’t you? Heed my warning: make friends with your freezer or save this AMAZING recipe when you’re feeding a crowd. Don’t subject your family and spouse to bowl after bowl of Split Pea Soup. I should know. I did this.
TIP: While this soup is wonderful as is, I found it to be exceptional with just a drizzle of truffle oil on top. I served it alongside some toasted sourdough bread. It was divine. It was divine every time I ate it for the past week.
Recipe found HERE