Some times I long for simpler days. I even get twinges of nostalgia for the pioneer times – neighbours had to work together, houses were small and easy to maintain, divorce was unheard of, children didn’t stare at an iPad all day long, and mealtime was a family affair.
As a middle child, I tend to be a people pleaser. But at the same time, I don’t like to be boxed in. As important as rules can be, for the most part, they are simply guidelines.
It is so much fun to see how Kristina has surpassed me – by light years – when it comes to cooking. She is creative and instinctive, and possesses the natural ability to invent adventurous (and wonderful!) culinary combinations.
I am rather proud to announce that I haven’t turned the oven on in more than one week. With hot weather, busy schedules, and lack of motivation, I’ve been relying on my pressure cooker and trusty skillet to make good meals.
What are some of the craziest diet trends you remember? There was the grapefruit diet. The cabbage soup diet. Scarsdale diet. The cigarette diet. The Atkins diet. And even the Twinkie diet.
What’s the point??? I’m sure the main goal with dieting is to be healthy, but so many of the fad diets seem to ignore nutrition, balance, good health, and common sense.
Julia Childs once said, “I enjoy cooking with wine, sometimes I even put it in the food…” In reality, it seems like all food is better when cooked with/in wine. Water and broth just don’t cut it. In order to achieve layers of flavour, some form of alcohol needs to be included. That’s just the way it is.
The best phrase to describe this soup is “comfort in a bowl”. Even though “comfort in a cup” sounds better, it’s so amazing you are definitely going to want more than a cup worth! Bring on the biggest bowl in the house!
Quick! What’s for supper? I’ve been working all day, the guys are hungry, and I’m tired and somewhat cranky because I haven’t had enough food. (Yes, I’m one of those who, on crazy days, sometimes forgets to eat – even though I know the consequences.)
Fiori is a typically a flower-shaped pasta, but can be interpreted from Italian to Swedish to English. Some day I want to watch fiori being made, which means a trip to Italy, and a visit to a pasta factory. Sounds like a good plan to me!!!
I love Springtime. And Autumn. And Winter. And Summer.
I guess I just love being alive and surrounded by the beauty of God’s creation!