This was the first time I cooked soup entirely by myself. I used to cook fried chicken all the time because it was very easy, but I got tired of eating the same thing repeatedly, so I cooked something that I learned from my mother.
My mother does not really cook because my father cooks all the time for us, and my mother also has trouble when it comes to tasting because she does not know whether to add salt, water, or msg. So she just stopped cooking altogether.
Back then, my father worked the night shift, which meant that my mother was in charge of cooking for us, and when she would not fry something (which was the thing that she mostly did), she would cook us this soup.
I don't even know the name of this dish, I just remembered it from memory. I also have trouble with tasting, so help me, God.
The ingredients are:
- Pork
- Tomatoes
- Potato
- Bell Pepper
- Onion
- Garlic
- Salt
- Soy sauce
The first step, of course, is to clean them up, chop them into manageable pieces, and prepare everything before the cooking process.
Next is to heat up a pot, put oil on it, and sauté the onion and garlic.
Once they turn a little bit brown, you can now put the tomatoes in.
After some time, you can add in the pork and add some salt to hasten the extraction of the liquid from the pork- a trick I learned from my father.
After all the liquid has been extracted and gets a little bit dry, you can now add some water to soften the pork pieces.
The next step is to let it simmer until the meat is soft enough to eat. After that, we can add soy sauce.
I forgot to take a picture of the following steps, but I basically put the potatoes in and let it simmer until it got soft, and then added the bell pepper last.
After that, we can now add salt and msg to taste. I had to do lots of taste tests just so I could get the right mixture that was not too salty, and not too bland, just perfect.
My father actually went home because he wanted to take some of the soup and eat it together with my mother at the hospital, glad to say, he was very impressed, so was my sister and brother. And if you don't believe me, well;
Nothing was left on the pot, not even leftovers for Angelo, don't worry, though. I bought some sardines for his lunch.
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