Tuscan White Bean Soup with Crispy Bacon and Fried Sage
“If we could change ourselves, the tendencies in the world would also change. As a man changes his own nature, so does the attitude of the world change towards him. … We need not wait to see what others do.”
Gandhi was one bad ass dude.
Sriracha Ramen Soup
Sriracha. It’s just so delicious! Often referred to as yuppy ketchup – I really don’t care! It gives that spicy bite to Vietnamese Pho, some extra kick to grilled salmon and makes a damn good aioli.
Harvest Soup
About five years ago, Jessica and I catered an Italian themed engagement party. We did a food test first with our hubby’s and then for the client to make sure everything was delicious. And to give us an excuse to get together and cook. And drink wine. One of the items we served was this Harvest Soup. Actually at the time we called it Tuscan soup. It’s so easy and so yum. A great starter for Thanksgiving. Or serve it in a shot glass with the crostini poking out. Or make a big ol’ whopping bowl all to yourself for dinner. That’s what I would do.
Hungarian Cauliflower Soup
Okay peeps! I’ve got to churn out some recipes here so my long diatribes about being a mommy and my liver damage will be pretty short for a few posts here. I have tons to tell you about Cabo, my sister-in-law’s wedding, bachelorette party numero 3, our new puppy, and summer. I will get to all of it because there is so much great stuff to share….In the meantime, it’s only 82 today so why not make soup.
As you should all know, I am Hungarian and was raised eating delicious (and not so delicious) foods. I absolutely loved this soup growing up and now my hubby loves it too. Dig In!
Kitchen Sink Crock-pot Soup
WARNING: The above picture was taken on the hubby’s iPhone. My camera was indisposed taking pictures of the newest little angel, Sweet Baby Jane, which let’s be honest – is MUCH more important than taking pictures of my soup. Proceed….
Last year we got home from a trip to warm and sunny Cabo San Lucas, only to be welcomed by pouring rain, cold wind and an even colder house. We landed at LAX and the girls and I were still wearing our swimsuits and shorts when Mother Nature turned reality back on with a giant slap to our goose-bumped keesters. We were cold and grumpy and ticked off that we weren’t on the beach anymore. Of course, after being gone for a week, our fridge consisted of a jar of pickles, some sticks of butter and coffee creamer. Unless you’re pregnant – that ain’t dinner. So, I rummaged through our pantry for a bit….
Killer Shrimp
I must be feeling nostalgic for some reason. Because this is another recipe from back in the day. From 1999-2004, I lived in Sherman Oaks with my pretty fabulous roommate/sister from another mother/best friend, Molly. The day we moved in, we had tons of friends and family helping us out. Molly insisted that at the end of moving day we went to a restaurant waaayyy tooo close for the comfort of my jeans called Killer Shrimp. It’s essentially a broth based soup with about 12-14 pieces of shrimp in it. It’s full of flavor and sometimes spicy. It was served with the largest basket of french bread you have ever seen.