This book hasn't left my hands in the last 48 hours. It's that cookbook I was writing about a bit back, Love Soup, by Anna Thomas—and it's better than I had even hoped for. They have a stack at Powell's, for you Portland folks. That's where I bought my copy.
It's got 160 soup recipes (almost half are vegan) and then the added bonus— there are chapters with wonderful breads and rolls, seasonal side salads, and lovely desserts in the back. It's organized by season, which I love. No photos—but really, soups aren't the most photogenic of foods. She also puts together a few sample menus (all the recipes are in the book, with the page numbers, which is so handy). Here's one that looks very tasty to me right now:
- black bean and squash soup
- oatmeal molasses bread
- red cabbage and apple salad
- greek yogurt with honey and walnuts
- roasted persimmons
Yum and yum and yum. My girls probably won't eat any of this. Well, the baby might. I don't really cook for them. I cook for Pete and I. I try to serve them what we eat first and then deal with whatever happens. I figure that's the only way they will ever try new stuff—and then I don't freak out about making grilled cheese and mac & cheese for every meal.
Unrelated:
The Tie One On apron gallery is up—Mad about Plaid! Please take a gander. And the new theme is set. It's due the beginning of December, for those of you who want to play along. I feel like I have about 100 other things to mention and link to—but they are all slipping out of my brain and I can't catch them. I am very excited to see Whip it. I know that.
