red lentil and parsnip soup with my last meyer lemon
I have been dragging my feet in sharing this soup because I was all caught up in what is essentially a treatise on the state of lentil soups today; strengths, shortcomings, my own involvement, etc. After writing nearly three pages of a lentil soup related rant, I took a step back and thought, what does it have to do with this soup? This soup is really about parsnips, and learning to make adjustments.
radish salad with feta
I sense a budding romance between me and radishes. I don’t know why I’ve been so stand-offish with them all my life. I’d like to think I was dividing my attention amongst other foods, but I fear its more a case of neglect on my part. They were veggie spread staples growing up, but I never gave them a chance. But now I’m finding many reasons to like them, first off every ounce of them is adorable.
slow cooked broccoli soup
disclaimer: the possibility of hearing my son say bwoc-li all day long was not a deciding factor in my choice of what to cook for dinner tonight, but it certainly didn’t hurt. As we approach the dinner hour I’m trying to channel said charm because this soup needs all the help it can get. After a solid four hours simmering in the crock pot it was ready to blend (think souper soggy). My plan was to add a bit of cream to each batch as I pureed it, but… FOILED. The cream went bad.
split pea soup with saffron and squash
I’d never made a dish with split peas before. Going in to it I’d categorized them in the lentil category, certainly more lentil than bean – and that was my biggest mistake. I assumed you could toss a handful into the soup and a mere 40 minutes later they’d be soft and tender, and make the soup dense and creamy. I followed this recipe, with very minor adjustments (butter for ghee + a dash of cinnamon to the spice), but I started off on the wrong foot. A simple search would have set me straight, so now I’m thinking about making a set of kitchen rules for myself, rule one, read up on ingredients I’ve never used.
acorn squash pizza with blue cheese
To say we had a full weekend would be a bit of an understatement. We did more socializing this last weekend than oliver and I have done in our last four months in Atlanta. When Sunday evening rolled around we desperate need of an easy feel good dinner. Pizza it was, an added satisfaction that we had 90% of the goods on hand. If I didn’t need my greens, and Oliver didn’t need his bananis, we could have gotten away without leaving the apartment.
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