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!
My favorite thing about Spring is that there’s no sweating involved. I’m definitely not ready for peaches and watermelon and scorching temperatures and sweating. Mainly sweating.
But I am ready for trench coats, Spring showers and all of the produce like ramps, asparagus (hi asparagus tarts!), fresh peas (i love you pea soup!) and strawberries (hai strawberry ice cream with my new machine!).
On rainy, cloudy Spring days, this (non-traditional) miso soup is what I dream about. (It’s weird but sometimes I dream about soup instead of biscuits.)
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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.
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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.
For the full recipe, go over to Etsy.
Oh and in case you didn’t know, I’m a contributor on Etsy, making a few recipes for them a month. In case you missed it, here are some of the other that have been posted: Clam Linguine in a Tarragon Cream Sauce (I might be addicted to tarragon); Spiced Apple Latkes with Cardamom Cream (please make this!); and Stuffing Muffins (no longer applicable but delicious nonetheless).
Soup weather is the best weather. Fareal.
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.
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Summer, you aight.
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.
So lovely!
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…
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I’d like you to know something incredibly weird and personal about me.
Whenever I get sad, anxious, elated, nervous…something happens. It’s really strange. Like, I dunno why it does this, but my nose does this weird twitch thing. It’s like Bewitched, except totally not cute and definitely not deliberate. There’s no explanation and it hasn’t done this my whole life just recently actually, in the past few years. All my energy goes to my nose and tells me that it doesn’t like something (or does)!
On Saturday this happened to me. It was a combination of 3/4 parts sad and 1/4 parts anxious (in re: of a project I’m working on). Also, something I learned: coffee totally doesn’t help. It makes it twitch faster. Yes, coffee makes it go faster…by a lot. This is weird. And it’s weirder that I’m sharing this. But really we’re friends by now and you should know that when crazy emotions run through my body, my nose reacts. The end.
To calm my nose (or whatever) I decided to make something comforting…that wasn’t doughnuts…
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I made you/me some soup. It’s green…
I wasn’t going to post it because, well, it might be the ugliest soup I’ve ever made. I usually like to share things that are pretty/cute/delicious. Not today, my friends!! Today I’m hurling nutritious, humble and necessary (for me anyway) your way.
My head is stuffed up, my nose is clogged, and my ears hurt (hello ear ache!). Yeah, I’m sick. UGH!
Growing up this is the soup my mama would make me to make things all better. So, this post comes straight from her mama heart through me. JUST like that scene at the end of Ghost, you know? When Whoopi let’s Patrick Swayze take over her body so Demi can get her last dance. JUST like that. So, basically this is my mom giving you this recipe (through me). Weird, right?
Let’s dance!
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A couple things on this lovely day:
1. Wrapping cylinder objects is super annoying. Like, how am I supposed to wrap the bottoms and the tops, and it still be somewhat presentable?!
2. Yesterday, as I was standing in line at the post office, I realized no one really understands the whole priority, express, confirmation slip, tracking number deal–it’s confusing. Too many options, man. And I have to say, the women at the post office are incredibly patient with people. They just sit there and explain the rules OVER and OVER and OVER. And people are still confused. I feel like this needs to be taught to us in schools.
3. Last night, as I was getting ready to head out, I went to go flat iron my bangs, didn’t realize the setting was on 450˙ and burned a good piece of my bangs. Just straight fried a chunk of hair off. Yeah. That happened. So, if you see me in the next few weeks, I might be doing a little bang pinning to the side action.
4. When it’s freezing out all I want is soup. I want to ingest heat. I think I particularly like drinking heat. That’s where this soup comes in…
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I’m currently apartment searching. I know I’ve chosen an awesome time to start the hunt (read: during the most hectic time of year), but I like juggling forty-million things, all stressed out. It suits me.
I know we all hate moving. BUT it actually terrifies me. Why you ask? Oh…do I have a story. First: story. Then: soup.
Deal? Who are we kidding. I’m in charge here. STORY TIME!!
Three years ago when I moved into my current apartment I didn’t hire moving people. My (then) boyfriend and I just stuffed all my stuff in the back of a moving truck. I was doing the organized thing where I was packing stuff in boxes and bags as we were filling up the truck. (Remember when I told you I “wing” everything? Yeah…well, this includes moving, too.)
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