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The Best Loaded Baked Potato Soup




    I tried this recipe for the first time a few days ago, and it was super delicious! Like seriously, better than getting it at a restaurant. It's fresh, yummy, and perfect for a rainy day. I recommend toasting some potato bread and dipping it in your soup!

Prep time: 10-15 minutes      Cook time:20-25 minutes      Cooking level: Easy

Ingredients:

  • 3 tablespoons butter or margarine 
  • 1/4 cup bacon bits
  • 1 cup diced white or yellow onion
  • 1/4 cup all purpose flour
  • 2 cups chicken stock/broth
  • 2 cups milk
  • 1.5 pounds potatoes, peeled and diced (If big potatoes use 3, if smaller use 4)
  • 1 cup cheddar cheese, shredded
  • 1/2 cup sour cream
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
  • optional toppings (recommended!): bacon bits, green onions or chives, sour cream, and cheddar cheese shreds


Directions:

  1. Heat a large pot over medium heat. Add butter or margarine.
  2. Add onion and saute for 5 minutes, stirring occasionally, until soft. Add flour until combined and saute for an additional minute, again stir occasionally.
  3. Add chicken broth until combined, then add milk, potatoes, and bacon bits until combined.
  4. Continue cooking until it reaches a simmer, not boiling.
  5. Reduce heat to medium-low, cover it, and simmer for about 10-15 minutes, stirring every so often, so not to burn the bottom. 
  6. Once the potatoes are soft, add the cheese, sour cream, salt, and pepper.
  7. Serve it with toppings you want and enjoy!
      Makes about 5 servings.


Hope you guys enjoy this meal! Josh and I sure did. Enjoy!


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