There are a million reasons I could never be a parent. Most of them involve my utter lack of ability to plan and execute to a “normal” level. Take today for example. ALL day I sat around thinking “potato soup”. I completely obsessed about it: and came home to find out that I didn’t have any potatoes. Massive #fail! Sigh. Fortunately, I had some onion soup left over from when my mom visited: 100% local (except the cognac). I mean, my mom whipped this up one afternoon when I was at work. WHO whips up onion soup? (aside from the obvious?).
I was so glad to have this to
come home to have as my Plan B! I spent the weekend in Atlantic City: had a good time but realized how bland commercialized food can be. Honestly, I found myself wondering how much junk I put into my body when traveling: I honestly would have flunked tell this salad from its companion apart. The food wasn’t bad … it just wasn’t good. I’ve become used to the freshness of food. Somebody remind me of this come January when I’m looking for an avocado.
So, for the soup:
Onions from Red Fire Farm
Cheese from Grasse River B Ranch (via 8 O’Clock Ranch).
Not local: Cognac.