I know what some of you are saying. “Two soups in a row? What is this?!”
Friends, I will tell you what this is. This is called February in
the Arctic Chicago. It’s really cold. All the time. Not the kind of duh-it’s-winter cold, but the kind of cold that precludes you from leaving the house some days and makes you want to hibernate on your couch until March. Or April, more likely. It’s weather that calls for a lot of soup. Continue reading
For a long time, if you asked me what my absolute favorite meal was, I would reply, “Grilled cheese and tomato soup,” without any hesitation. Now, I have always loved a grilled cheese and still do, with a passion, in fact. But over the years, I realized that the other half of that duo was just not holding up its end of the bargain. I would dutifully make my can of tomato soup to go with my sandwich, and while it kind of worked as a counterpoint to a perfectly toasty, cheesy sandwich, it mostly just sucked. I know this is impolitic of me, but regular tomato soup is just so boring. The terrible mediocrity of it is what made me give up on the idea that grilled cheese and tomato soup was, indeed, my favorite meal. Something that most closely resembled ketchup water had no place in any of my favorites lists.
And then… dun dun dun. Continue reading
Call the doctor! It seems I have a fever. And the only prescription is more chowder!
I’m really sorry for what just happened there. See, I haven’t slept for a whole night for the past 8 or so months, and among other things, my sense of humor is really suffering. (Or, getting more awesome, depending on your personal taste in funnies.) Continue reading
It’s officially fall, my favorite time of year for cooking. As much as I love summer with all of its fresh fruits and veggies from farmers’ markets and all the variety of things that are actually in season, come fall I’m actually in the mood to hunker down and spend an afternoon in the kitchen. And usually, there are still plenty of good in season things to eat, even as the temperatures dip and I stop dreading turning on the stove. Something about that first crisp, fresh fall breeze makes me want to head inside and start cooking.