Yesterday I ate 1/2 of gigantic big bowl of guacamole, pet a bird, ate 1/4 of this spinach dip and then had a gigantic plate of Feijoada. (The Feijoada was beyond epic and it’s now my goal to make it for this here space.)
Basically what I’m saying is that I overate. Probably more than Thanksgiving. A dinner of just appetizers is like a dream for me. It reminds me of My-So-Called-Life when Rayenne complains about always having frozen appetizers for dinner and her mother has no idea what she’s talking about.
Eating just appetizers reminds me of afterschool snacks and tapas in Spain and my favorite television series of all time.
In an alternate universe, I have long hippie-flowing hair, I can wear long dresses (I’m so very short) and have the super power to go on walks in the forest and name every single flower I come across. I can gather a random medley of flowers, take them home and effortlessly arrange them in one of those antique-y looking vases. In this alternate universe where I’m a flower-whisperer, I’m guessing I probably HATE sunflowers. (I feel like most florists whom I’ve met do.) I’m a flower snob, guys.
In my non-alternate universe, I kinda like sunflowers. They’re definitely not my go-to flower at the market, but I like them in fall. They’re so warm and cheery and harmless. I will admit, they’re definitely homely, but I think that’s part of their charm. For the longest time I had no idea what that sunchokes were related to sunflowers. Honestly, for a long time I had no idea what the hell a sunchoke actually was. I thought it was an artichoke. I dunno. When I found out the two were related it all made sense. Sunchokes do sort of taste like nutty, the way a sunflower seed tastes. You can eat them raw, shaved in salads or pan sautéed and thrown in a hash with an egg, but I love them in soups. They make the creamiest, silkiest of soups.
I live and die for this Acorn Squash Soup with Cheesy Croutons. It’s a throwback from 2011 and one of my favorite fall things to make. The soup you see pictured is like its very interesting cousin who reads a lot, is well traveled and went to a fancy college. Sometimes I just want something to be easy and cheesy and comforting and other times I want things that make me think. This is the latter. I like it A LOT.
Sage and curry need to come together more often. I’m an enormous fan of butternut squash, but sometimes I think it’s too sweet. I think the sage and curry serve as really awesome savory elements that balance out the sweetness perfectly. This soup is easy to make; I’m talking 30 minutes tops and it’s perfect for days. The full recipe for this grown-up soup is over on PBS Food.
On another super random note, do you guys know the UP Series? Have you seen it? If you’re unfamiliar, I’ll be quick: it’s a series that started in the 60s with 14 kids from different social classes and backgrounds. The kids were interviewed, talked about their hopes and dreams for the future, and every seven years they were interviewed. Initially the series was supposed to be a study about class division in England, but over the years it’s turned into so much more. The movie is really beautiful, sad and heartbreaking at times and just totally fascinating. Today on PBS the “56 UP” aires! WUUUT! All of the kids are now 56. I’m so stoked to watch it. I cannot get enough. If you haven’t seen it, please do! It’s one of my all-time favorite movies.
I really hate myself for saying this but…I’m excited for fall. I am. I so am. UGH. It’s not even September and tomorrow I’m posting a recipe that has watermelon in it, BUT you know…I’m excited for sweaters and scarves and making out under falling autumn leaves. That sounds so fun (and cheesy!) to me. This is also coming from the person who just last week got super angry when Halloween Stuff was spotted in the new Sur La Table catalog. I’m a complicated person. I go back in forth. I’m indecisive. But right now, right this second, I’m super excited to look cute in fall.
Even though deep inside my brain I can’t wait for cooler weather, I promise you will not see pumpkin on this blog until late September. I’m making a deal with myself. No pumpkin until Fall, man. It’s pepper season. I’m talking hatch chiles, pasilla chiles and of course, the plain ol’ red and yellow peppers too.
Look at this color soup! I love it. And chervil! What the heck is a chervil?! Chervil is a fancy-ass French parsley. It’s hella dainty and frilly. It’s very crochet-like, right?
One small spoon, a skewer and two adults (me included) were bent over this soup a few days ago, trying super hard to make cute heart dollops made of fromage blanc. I really wish you were present so you could laugh at me and tell me I’m ridiculous. But you’d probably just try and help because most you lovely people have your own blogs and are used to playing with your food until it looks as adorable as possible. Right?!
Sometimes I fuss over stuff because I’m annoying but this soup is as easy as can be. It celebrates of the 65 degree weather that spring is all about. I’m so glad we’re not sweating yet. It’s sweet, a little tart, creamy with a hint of onion from butter-roasted shallots and a spring onion bulb.
This is the soup I want to eat on a cool Tuesday night, sitting on the couch watching the tele. The full recipe is over on Etsy’s blog.
P.S. I’ve been gone most of the week because I’ve been working on fun stuff, video stuff that I will share with you soon. Can’t wait!
There’s Clam Chowder and then there’s Clam Chowder, you know? The first time I had real, legit clam chowder was in Boston at a seafood restaurant that only locals went to; it was freezing, raining and the middle of August. Normal Boston attitude. The clam chowder tasted like the fresh, cold, dark ocean…with lots and lots of cream. YES!
I was only in that city for two eventful days and I literally remember nothing but that clam chowder. It was an important event in my life.
Fresh clams available at the fish market and cold (Los Angeles) temperatures make New England Clam Chowder the next logical step. Please do this, too.
This situation is vegan. And filling. And warm and awesome.
Don’t think that by me bringing you a vegan, healthy(ish) recipe is me saying that the party is over…because it’s not. You still have New Year’s to rock your way through! This year I’m being an old person and probably staying home and cooking dinner with my dude. BUT in years past I have partied like a crazy person, vommed in a many cab, and even celebrated with the flu in bed. My New Years’ experiences’ have been vast!
Back to chili…
This recipe is good for when you want something on the lighter side of filling, aren’t in the mood for, as my vegan mother calls it, “animal flesh,” and/or simply want something inexpensive and easy to make.
Last week we had a very brutal and random heatwave where it decided to be 90˙F(!!!). I had a literal and figurative meltdown that day. It was bad. But now the cold weather is here and I’m back to being stoked on life.
It makes me super grateful that we live in a world where hot weather takes a break–and allows us to stop sweating–and cold air enters. And I’m glad sweaters exists, and dogs with wrinkly faces exist, and, AND soup exists! Rad.
I love punk’n. Are you all punk’n-ed out? Hope not. It’s only October, guys. We’ve got a solid more month of this stuff.
I’m usually not a summer-lover, but this one has been pretty chill. I’m digging all the fish tacos around, the balsamic vinegar/watermelon salads popping up everywhere…and cold beer. Officially INTO IT. I’m also pretty obsessed with eating outside past 7pm, when the sun is no longer burning me and giving me wrinkles that I can’t see yet.
One of my fav street/summer foods is eloté, the Mexican grilled corn you can usually find on the side of the street here in Los Angeles (and in Mexico).
I’ve had this idea of turning it into a soup for a long time and finally got the big push yesterday when I was at the store and saw a sign that read, “20 cents for corn!” I mean, that’s it. Alright…