Tomato soup was a staple in my mother’s kitchen when I was a little girl. Campbell’s Tomato Soup with the addition of either water or milk was the inspiration of all sorts of culinary works of art when I was … Continue reading
Ever since I was a little girl, I have loved french onion soup. Sadly, it does not love me. It goes through me at the speed. Despite the ill effect this lovely classic has on me, I constantly find myself thinking about it . … Continue reading
I love making soup. Happy, sad, stressed or bored – making soup is comforting to me. It’s that anal part of my personality that can stand and chop vegetables for hours… However, I do not have hours at my leisure … Continue reading
I totally get the whole ‘no other aircraft can be anywhere within a kazillion miles of Air Force One taking off or landing’. However, when it means that we miss our connection in Montreal, get put up in a fleabag motel, shlep back to the … Continue reading
I remember when I first introduced this style of soup at Sister’s. I had a soup line-up for days! My customers were fascinated with the idea of cream soup without the cream. It made them feel like they were being … Continue reading
I won! Thank you so much for taking the time to vote for me. I can not tell you how wonderful it feels. I love the fall. Back to school… When the girls were little, Ralph was away a good … Continue reading
I have moved up to 4th place! There are lots of recipes for chicken stock available on the internet. You might wonder why I would bother including ‘another’ on my blog. Simple. I love to make it. Sort of like … Continue reading
Last year, at the end of summer, Dad and I discussed where we would be building our new vegetable garden. We have a lovely flat meadow directly behind our house which receives full sunlight all day. It is close to … Continue reading
Whenever Ralph and I go away, I have usually let our refrigerator get pretty low on food. Unfortunately, we flew home on Easter Sunday and discovered nothing but some gnarly looking carrots, a couple of shallots, a bald orange and … Continue reading
I think one of the most difficult times in my life, as a mother ,was the moment that I realized I would not always be the gate-keeper. It’s bitter-sweet to have raised such independent and capable young women. Their entire … Continue reading
