With most of the rest of the country sweltering in record temperatures, we’ve yet to see any real sunshine or warmth for more than a couple of days at a time this summer. Although I’m not one to complain too loudly about it, generally content […]
I’ve often accused my husband of being a fair weather fan of our local sports teams, yet it couldn’t be farther from the truth. No, I’d qualify for the position far more than he ever could given the amount of time he spends cheering and, […]
I’ve had greens on my mind quite a bit lately, and so it was only a matter of time that a vegetable not classified as a “green” but which is very green would surface. Spring has exploded here, and it’s difficult to avoid the beautiful asparagus I’ve been seeing at the grocery store. It’s a bit challenging to pass up a sale, so invariably a bundle is put in the basket even though it wasn’t on my list. Unfortunately, the beautiful pencil thin stalks were pushed back in the vegetable drawer, and somewhat forgotten. For a vegetable that has been referred to as the Food of the Kings, this is a sad state of affairs.
Often, recipes I’ve seen initiate a purchase, but in the case of the forgotten asparagus, it was the sale. Once I’ve made the purchase, then a seed is planted in my brain and I head for the recipes. Of course once I’d located a recipe, I realized I hadn’t seen the asparagus. Had I really purchased it? Not completely sure, I picked up another bunch at the store, and when I went through the vegetable drawer, while putting the groceries away, I found the other bundle still wrapped in plastic and looking as fresh as ever. Good thing we like asparagus because I now had quite a bit of it.
Soup was definitely in order. Beautiful silky, creamy and very green Cream of Asparagus soup — quite different from the Campbell’s my mother used to purchase for me when I was growing up.
I’ve been so jittery the last couple of days. I know it’s the election — waiting, and waiting to find out. The feeling is strangely like I felt waiting for Christmas morning to arrive when I was a kid, the anticipation just about doing me […]