Posts Tagged ‘soup’

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TND – Snow Day!

January 13, 2011

The first decade of the 21st century is now officially over (anyone want to take bets on how long it is before VH1 does a Best of the Aughts series?). I feel like this should be more momentous than it actually seems to be, mind you I thought this about Y2K too and that passed by with more of a whimper than a bang. I thought about doing a roundup of how my eating habits have changed in the last decade, but honestly I can barely remember what I had for dinner last Friday much less what I was and wasn’t eating ten years ago. However, I think I can remember back as far as January 2010, so here are the things I discovered, things I’m cautiously optimistic about, and things which I tried and failed to develop an appreciation for in 2010. Read the rest of this entry ?

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WND – In which everyone we know RSVP’d yes

August 10, 2009

shucked corn

What do you serve 14 people, one of whom is vegetarian, and one of who doesn’t eat eggs or dairy?

The quick and dirty answer is vegetarian chili with cornbread.  You substitute plain noodles for the cornbread for the person who can’t eat eggs – or embrace better living through chemistry and use egg substitutes to make the cornbread.  I can’t quite bring myself to do this, but others might not be quite as up tight. Read the rest of this entry ?

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WND – Birthday Season 2008 – Part II

September 24, 2008

There are two schools of thought when it comes to soup.  There are the people who think that soup is the perfect food, and is an end in and of itself.  And, there are the people who think soup is lovely, but get to the bottom of the bowl and want to know where the rest of dinner is.

I grew up in a family that belongs to the first school of thought.  Except for the unfortunate black bean soup my mother made when I was in high school that was promptly dubbed river sludge soup, I’ve pretty much never met a soup I didn’t like.  My mother admittedly did not think it was the best soup she’d ever had, but didn’t think it was quite as bad as my father and I made it out to be.

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