Cold Rose-Hip-Soup (You’re kidding me, right?)

Cold Rose-Hip Soup, it should be bottled and dispensed from a chemist, a pharmacy, drug store, but eaten to be enjoyed, surely not?

 Whilst being a self-confessed meat and three veggie man myself, I am always happy to try something new, after all I love my food, but for me this was pushing the boundaries and I’m no wall-flower when it calls for pushing boundaries…

 I have a wonderful mother-in-law, Clare, with whom I enjoy a very good relationship, she tells me what she thinks, pulls me into line if I need it, but loves me to bits; she’s only human after all, I guess!

Yes, I lucked out, a beautiful partner and wife, Janet, and a great mother-in-law. Many would call that Nirvana!

English: Some rose hips in close-up

But the relationship was put to the test when we were called upon to try out a new culinary offering from Clare. You see as part of a group that Clare, and her husband, Archie, belong to, The Beef, Steak, and Burgundy Club, it was her turn to produce a menu for an upcoming dinner.

Now family dinners around the Fawthrop table are always enjoyable affairs, plenty of fun and laughter, the usual offering of early childhood stories of Archie’s upbringing in Colonial India, and of Clare’s on the family’s sheep station in far Western Queensland; Outback Australia.

And Clare is a wonderful cook, very home-style just how I like it. So it was with great trepidation that I approached the first course, a rather large bowl of cold rose-hip soup.

 It’s okay if you’re feeling a little squeamish. I was at the mere thought of it.

Now being the only son-in-law present it somehow fell to me to be the taster and by the look on the faces of all those present they appeared more than happy with this arrangement.

I faced the bowl off, like a man condemned, and raised the spoon, feebly, to my lips, like it would be the last thing I would ever do…

Fair dinkum, this was the worst thing I had ever tasted in my life.

Well, there were a couple of doses of castor oil in my younger days, and by now I’m thinking this could be bottled as an alternative!

Clare, anxiously awaiting endorsement of the wonderful soup she toiled over, looked my way, expectantly.

If we were not on such great terms I could be forgiven for thinking this soup would be better named mother-in-law’s revenge.

I weighed up my options…

I could do the right thing and tell her it was fantastic, but crikey, then I would have to finish this bowl, plus another helping for sure.

I was still gagging on the first spoonful…

Or I could tell her the truth, usually a good policy, as I tell our son TomO, unless a little white lie is called for!

Self-preservation is a wonderful instinct that we mere humans are well adapted to…

“Clare, this soup is bloody terrible”

There was a pregnant pause around the table, followed by the sound of half-a-dozen spoons being quickly placed back in their bowls, soup untouched!

The look on everyone’s faces confirmed the verdict, I was safe – phew!

 So a question to you, my good friends out there…

Is there such a thing as a good, cold, rose-hip-soup, and do you have a recipe, or am I on-the-money and it really is “mother-in-law’s revenge?”



15 thoughts on “Cold Rose-Hip-Soup (You’re kidding me, right?)

  1. Annapurna September 13, 2012 / 6:37 pm

    I had high hopes for the soup when I read the name…sounds delicious!


    • The Landy September 13, 2012 / 7:39 pm

      Didn’t we all! Now here’s the deal, you pass on some more of that climbing and abseil knowledge and I promise that next time it comes up on the menu you can come for dinner, and get the first bowl ;)…


      • Annapurna September 13, 2012 / 7:44 pm

        Ha! I’m drawing cartoons right now for a series on industrial rope access techniques called “How to use Ropes to Escape Zombies.” I have to leave tomorrow for another shift at the cooling towers, so I’ll hopefully have it ready soon after I get back 🙂


      • The Landy September 13, 2012 / 7:47 pm

        I’m looking forward to it!


  2. Deliberately Delicious September 13, 2012 / 2:46 pm

    Ha! You must have a wonderful relationship with your mother-in-law to tell her that the soup is “bloody terrible” 🙂 I commend you, though, for stretching your boundaries and heading out into frightening and uncharted territory in even tasting this soup. We all have our own limits 🙂


    • The Landy September 13, 2012 / 3:03 pm

      I sure did luck-out, yes, love Clare to bits! Although I did get a ‘pep’ talk the other day about climbing in New Zealand this coming week. Take care, Baz


  3. trikatykid September 11, 2012 / 4:50 pm

    Forget the soup. “Fair dinkum” has me giggling tonight..


    • The Landy September 11, 2012 / 7:52 pm

      I wondered what that giggling was all about…glad you got a giggle, it best summed up the situation…! Take care!


  4. Beth September 11, 2012 / 12:23 pm

    As one of the two people in my family who continually foist new recipes on the sometimes-willing-sometimes-scared-silly members of the family, I can say I prefer when someone tells me just how disastrous an attempt is. More often than not, they’re only confirming my opinion as I’m a taster, constantly dipping spoons and forks in and out of whatever I’m concocting… of course, there was the time I misread the quantity and put four times the black strap molasses in my chili. Oops. Made for interesting chili, that’s for sure. And here in the States, chili should be a pretty safe bet, as recipes go! But good on you for telling your lovely mother-in-law the truth!


    • The Landy September 11, 2012 / 12:31 pm

      Let’s face it, get away with that, and you can take on the world. Crikey, wait till she hears that I wrote about it…!


      • Beth September 11, 2012 / 12:42 pm

        Just remind her you said lots of nice things about her!


  5. sarahsdoodles September 11, 2012 / 12:18 pm

    haha I’ve never tried that soup, but you are quite the risk-taker saying anything made by your mo-in-law is “bloody terrible!”


    • The Landy September 11, 2012 / 12:29 pm

      Yeah, well let’s face it, survive that and you can do anything, right? Next, we’ll see an episode of how Bear Gryll’s went to the brink (with cold rosehip soup) and survived!


  6. Chris Tudury September 11, 2012 / 12:07 pm

    Too funny, Baz. I enjoyed reading your rose hip soup dilemma. Maybe you have to be Swedish to truly appreciate boiled rose hips. (It would probably be great to combat scurvy.) The presentation is quite lovely in the photo … 🙂


    • The Landy September 11, 2012 / 12:26 pm

      Maybe…they say it is good for vitamin C, I’ll get mine from a bottle if Rosehip is the only alternative. And hmmm, it didn’t look that good, I did find that photo on the net! I didn’t want to scare anyone…with the real deal


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