More Orange Food, Butternut Squash Soup
Remember that ridiculous Campbell’s Soup Campaign with the jingle, “Soup is good food?” Whenever I am cold and can’t keep my hands warm, I hear this song. I hear it when a project I am working on isn’t going well, and I hear it when my 9 year old goes on another one of her tirades because life is ungodly complex when the hormones are sparking like little fireflies through your bloodstream. Since it’s the season of soup and the season of orange hues and I happened to get some large … [Read More...]
More Orange Food, Butternut Squash Soup
Remember that ridiculous Campbell’s Soup Campaign with the jingle, “Soup is good food?” Whenever I am cold and can’t keep my hands warm, I hear this song. I hear it when a project I am working on isn’t going well, and I hear it when my 9 year old goes on another one of her tirades because life is ungodly complex when the hormones are sparking like little fireflies through your bloodstream. Since it’s the season of soup and the season of orange hues and I happened to get some large … [Read More...]
More Orange Food, Butternut Squash Soup
Remember that ridiculous Campbell’s Soup Campaign with the jingle, “Soup is good food?” Whenever I am cold and can’t keep my hands warm, I hear this song. I hear it when a project I am working on isn’t going well, and I hear it when my 9 year old goes on another one of her tirades because life is ungodly complex when the hormones are sparking like little fireflies through your bloodstream. Since it’s the season of soup and the season of orange hues and I happened to get some large … [Read More...]
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I was twenty-two years old when I saw my first shallot. It's small, reddish exterior sitting in small basket on the counter in a house in Lyons, France, where I was living as an exchange student. I pointed towards the small, onion-like vegetable and this lovely host mother, a handsome and lithe brunette in her forties, picked it up, and said something in her rapid-fire French. When I didn't understand something Jacqueline deemed important, or when she realized I was … [Read More...]
Shallot Vinaigrette, Asparagus, and Pauvre Mishele
I was twenty-two years old when I saw my first shallot. It's small, reddish exterior sitting in small basket on the counter in a house in Lyons, France, where I was living as an exchange student. I pointed towards the small, onion-like vegetable and this lovely host mother, a handsome and lithe brunette in her forties, picked it up, and said something in her rapid-fire French. When I didn't understand something Jacqueline deemed important, or when she realized I was … [Read More...]
Shallot Vinaigrette, Asparagus, and Pauvre Mishele
I was twenty-two years old when I saw my first shallot. It's small, reddish exterior sitting in small basket on the counter in a house in Lyons, France, where I was living as an exchange student. I pointed towards the small, onion-like vegetable and this lovely host mother, a handsome and lithe brunette in her forties, picked it up, and said something in her rapid-fire French. When I didn't understand something Jacqueline deemed important, or when she realized I was … [Read More...]
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