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.
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?
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 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?
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.)