McCormick sent me an email and asked me if I’d be willing to take on their Go4Gourmet challenge of creating a dish with four secret ingredients. I love a challenge and I would consider myself a bit of a competitive person. In third grade I “accidentally” tripped this girl in a derby race. I’m not proud of that moment but I did win. So, I said yes.
When I found out the ingredients (acorn squash, pecans, honey and chipotle chile pepper), I was pumped. In my brain I loved the combination of spicy, smoky, sweet and crunchy and nutty. Perfect combination of flavors. And I knew exactly what I wanted to make. I’ve been wanting to make acorn squash boats for forever!
I live in this really magical place called Los Angeles, California.
It’s a place where you have to pay, like, $2 for parking to go to the mall. Even if you don’t buy anything.
It’s a place where people sitting next to you at coffee shops are writing movies on their laptops. And then those movies get made, you see them in the theater, and it’s weird and wild.
It’s a place where palm tress aren’t native to the state, yet they fit in perfectly.
And it’s a place where you see Janice Dickason at the movie theater, dressed like she’s going to the Met Ball, with a man who’s six inches shorter and looks like he might own the state of California. Very normal.
Los Angeles is a place of make believe. So, when it’s the first day of fall and 90 degrees outside, it forces you to pretend it’s brisk out, or else you’ll get mad. Because all anybody wants to do on the first day of fall–myself included–is break out their new boots, scarves, hold hands with the boy they like and jump in a big pile of autumn leaves. Am I right, or am I right? I’m right.
I’m freezing. Are you freezing?! I know I’m being sort of a child when I say I’m freezing. And yes, I do realize that 50˙F is amateur freezing weather. But it’s cold. I’m cold.
I got the sniffles this past weekend. I ran into Jeff Goldblum (my childhood crush) as I was sniffling…with no make-up…in sweats…as I was walking through Whole Foods. This happens in Los Angeles from time to time. It’s usually famous people I could care less about. But this time…whoa. It was Jeff Goldblum. As I walked past him, he said hello to me (!!!), probably because I couldn’t stop smiling. I tried. I just couldn’t. So I said hi back and then promptly did one of those run-walks to hide in the flour aisle.
And then I just imagined him getting eaten by that T-Rex as he was sitting on the toilet…chanting. I’ve had a crush on him ever since. I do realize that I’m now on an official tangent..and I do understand that my “crushes” are confusing and random. But…back to being cold!!
So yeah, when we’re cold…soup is in order.
I’ve been making renditions of this soup for years. It comes from one of my favorite Ina Garten books, Barefoot In Paris. It’s full of beautiful simple, French recipes that are perfect for the cold chilly weather.
Wrap a blanket around yourself, put on some cute socks and let’s make some soup!