Time to ward off the chill. Make soup.
Today’s post a compendium of past blog posts featuring soup. Photos will be familiar if you’ve followed since the blog started.
the rinds of cheese (see Soup Bones above) are key to this Minestrone.
From the BEST RECIPE COOKBOOK of by the editor’s of COOK’S ILLUSTRATED Minestrone recipe
2 small leek washed thoroughly, white and light green sliced thin crosswise
2 medium carrots peeled and cut small dice
2 small onions peeled and small dice
2 medium celery stalks trimmed and cut small dice
1 medium russet potato peeled and medium dice
1 medium zucchini trimmed and medium dice
3 c stemmed spinach leaves cut in thin strips
1 can (28 oz) whole tomatoes packed in juice, drained and chopped
1 Parmesan cheese rind about 5×2 inches
1 can cannellini beans drained and rinsed, added last 5 minutes
ground black pepper
at end add 1/4 c basil pesto or 1 T rosemary mixed with 1 teaspoon minced garlic and extra- virgin olive oil
Bring vegetables tomatoes and 8 cups of water, cheese rind and 1 teaspoon of salt to a boil in a big soup kettle or pot.
Reduce hear to medium low simmer uncovered, stir occasionally,until vegetables are tender but still hold their shape about an hour.
Add beans and cook just until heated through about 5 minutes. Remove pot from heat.
Remove and discard cheese rind. Stir in pesto or Rosemary mixture if desired and adjust seasonings adding pepper or more salt if necessary. Ladle into bowls and serve immediately.
If you want to add pasta be sure to cook separately, drain and put in soup bowl, then ladle soup over it so it doesn’t suck up all the broth.
Do you have a favorite soup you make when the weather changes? Maybe you are firing up a pot of chili or stew.
Four of the grandchildren are visiting for the weekend, along with their parents. Saturday night we had dinner and guests. Aunt Georgeann came to see how they’d grown. She arrived with a big pink box.
She knew there was almond, lemon, red velvet, and a carrot cake with the sliver of candied ginger, plus two chocolate with espresso frosting. A dozen sweet cakes.We needed a key but came up with a solution.
She’d stopped off in Regent Square at Vanilla Pastry Studio Molly gave me this birthday gift of a Rooster Harkerware piece just yesterday.
Aunt Georgeann cut them in half so the kids could decide what they wanted to eat. It was fun to try the different flavors.
I took one of the leftovers and put it on a cupcake stand Joanne gave me years ago.
Practicing my food photography.
from our brother David’s garden- Okanogan WA-
Sent this morning from my sister Mary. I’m wishing I were there with them.
Drove over the 16th Street Bridge Saturday evening, as I returned to the city from Ohio.
As I sat at the red light at the end of the bridge I saw this line. That’s a lot of people in line, I thought.
Camera was right there on the passenger seat and the light was red.
I found out why they’re all waiting in line.
Figured it was a restaurant not a concert as the music venue is on the opposite side of the street.
Gaucho Parilla Argentina. a Wood-Fired Grill. 1601 Penn Avenue.
Not sure when they opened but seems everyone else already knew!
P.s. August 27, 2015 An article about The restaurant in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette today Gaucho
Thursday I shared a blog post with my friend Roberta. It was from a blog I follow-(http://jjbegonia.com/marian-burros-plum-torte/) with Marion Burros Plum Torte recipe included in the post.
Roberta made it that night for dinner guests.
Sent the two photos and I asked her permission to share. She’s guest blogger today. Here’s what she said-
I made it with apricots since there were no Italian prune plums at the market, but otherwise didn’t change a thing. I can see why people love this recipe–so easy and so good. Thanks a million–it’s a keeper! R
Check out the Plum torte post by jjbegonia to see her beautiful plum torte photos and recipe which inspired the apricot torte!
-just sharing what products caught my eye on Columbus shelves when Laura and I were out for the afternoon.
A conglomeration of color and taste.
I recommend the sriracha movie my son showed me.
Inspiration. Show what inspires you.
Vivaldi, Van Gogh, a bookcase full of poetry and another full of cookbooks.
There are those family and friends who love and encourage me. The new baby.
But I needed a single photo tonight. Now! A single image as a response to Krista’s WPC.
I rummaged through archives. There were no trumpet concertos calling to me.
When I went to the fridge for some cold water there it was! I found the new gold foil package of Irish butter, purchased earlier today and sitting on the shelf calling to me. I felt inspired.
I added the eggs in the Pyrex bowl and the little bottle of vanilla extract my friend J sent at Christmas.
The box of raspberries.
I’m out of lemons but wish I had one to add. A slice of toast.
iPhone 6 shot in my dark kitchen with the side light by the sink illuminating the Irish butter still life, not the overhead lamp- too much glare.
‘Twas The Night Before Picklesburgh – 35 Foot Pickle Balloon Tethered to Ninth Street Bridge- Pittsburgh
Pittsburgh is Picklesburgh this weekend. It starts Friday.
There will be a pickle juice drinking contest. Mmmmm. Maybe I can get down there and photograph some of the festivities. Heinz Pickles production
When I saw Picklesburgh listed in the news on the computer tonight, I got in the car (about 10:15) drove downtown and put the flashers on. You couldn’t go on the main part of the bridge itself said the nice security man but I walked along the walkway and took a few photos of the giant pickle balloon at night. I just thought there it would be some “fresh content” and a new topic. I hear there will be pickle cookies to eat. All kinds of pickly treat to sample.
We can discuss dill, spears, sandwich slices, chips, bread and butter or sweet pickles another time.
I like pickle relish in tuna salad. Dill spears.
One summer I made pickles when I visited my brother David in Okanogan WA and they were delicious.
My grandmother’s handwritten pickle recipe is in a wooden box in my kitchen.
Two days of Picklesburgh and celebrating all things pickled.
The city at night is always magical to me.
Ninth Street Bridge.
Security on patrol.
I thought it was automatic. An electronic note to me. Six years is a long time. Today’s post is #2132.
Six years ago today I started blogging at wordpress. I thought at least they would send a notice… Congrats on Six Years of Blogging. I’ve seen badges on other blogs for years of blogging accomplished.
I told my granddaughter it was my blogaversary and she said, “What’s that?”
No drum roll, no brass band, waaaaah waaaah waaaaaah, whine, whine, whine,
No one really cares, just me.
This was the first photo I blogged on July 14, 2009.
Murphy passed away and Michael is going to be ten in August.
For today’s 2015 photo gallery I’m posting the grandchildren feeling exhilarated at Kennywood
And a silhouette of the Phantom’s Revenge
P.s. 11th hour update. Thanks WP