8 Soups to Fill You Up Without Weighing You Down | Apartment Therapy The Kitchn. Soupe de Carottes, Patate Douce, et Haricots Blancs (Carrot, Sweet Potato, and White Bean Soup) | Cooking For One in Paris. (french version first, english version directly below) Cela fait la première fois que j'écris en français sur mon site, donc excusez-moi s'il y a beaucoup de fautes!
Il faut dire que je suis un peu fanatique au sujet de soupe, particulièrement en hiver quand j'ai toujours froid et je n'ai jamais envie d'aller au dehors; a mon avis rien n'est mieux que de me plonger sur mon fauteuil avec un bon bol de soupe. J'adore les soupes de patate douce, ou bien tous les repas de patate douces, parce que cette légume qui se ressemble aux pommes de terres mais qui est plus sucrée et plus crémeuse est bien pour la santé comme pour le palais. Mélangée avec des carottes, des haricots blancs, et plusieurs épices aromatisées comme la cardamome, le cumin, et le coriandre moulu, et on a pour résultat final une soupe légère, complexe, et délicieuse. A manger avec du pain, un peu de crème fraîche, des pignons de pin, ou des fines herbes comme la menthe ou le basilic. Bonne dégustation! 1 patate douce 1 oignon. >Celeriac and Potato Soup with Garlic, Ginger, and Thyme | Cooking For One in Paris. I’ve been kicking myself into high gear when it comes to making meals and dishes that feature foods that are local and seasonal.
The value of doing so is obvious not only for health reasons but for sustainability purposes – let’s all save some gas and money by eating foods that haven’t travelled very far to reach us, and to boot let’s make food that’s the freshest we can get our hands on. It was with this mentality that my soup featuring celeriac, otherwise known as celery root and belonging to the celery family, came to fruition. I have no qualms in admitting that until this week celeriac intimidated me, mainly importantly because celeriac resembles what I imagine the inside of a brain to look like. I picked one up a few days ago at the Marché Saxe-Breteuil, which was covered in dirt and whose numerous folds and canks made me nervous, anxious, and uneasy about what was contained inside. Below is a photo of celeriac after its porous and wrinkly skin had been sliced off. 1 tbsp olive oil.
Tartelette. With the temperatures well into the 90s already, it's crazy to feel that Spring almost feels like a distant memory. But it is. Almost. I know how short the seasons can be for fruits and vegetables when I am able to find asparagus at the farmers market one week and hardly the next. I love seeing the display of these vibrant green or sometimes purple stalks. Asparagus season always brings about fond memories of Sunday dinners back home in France. My heart strongly swayed in favor of freshly steamed artichokes but my mother had a knack for making steamed asparagus so perfectly well that my palate was all out of sorts when it came to pick a favorite. However, there are enough salads and vinaigrette in my Southern warm life to want to change things up.
I disgress...Soup! When I was planning my move to the US in the late 90s, there was no doubt in my mind that I would keep this tradition of having soup at dinner. This soup fits the bill perfectly. Asparagus And Pea Soup with Herb Crackers: Tartelette. BlogHer Food has been such a whirlwind that I need to think on it for a couple of days before I can post some about it (and get my derriere to post process all the shots I took). It went by fast that's for sure which is why I am so happy I extended my stay by a couple of days and stayed with my close friend Anita and her husband and got to hang out with some more of my favoritepeople which I will pimp out in future post, eheh..
They are truly my home away from home. Like most of us attending BlogHer Food, I met Anita online when I started leaving comment on her blog everytime she posted a new cocktail. Not that I drink that much but I do love the mixology part of the cocktail, the technique and craft very closely related to food. Chris and Tami, my roommates at the conference hotel, joked that we have to meet on the other side of the country to catch up when we only live a few hours from each other. This soup is nothing but easy to make, easy to eat and easy to crave some more. Soupe à l'Oignon Gratinée - French Onion Soup | Cooking For One in Paris.
I don't want to complain about being tired, especially since I spent the morning learning how to make, and of course getting to taste, millefeuilles au chocolat with milk chocolate and whipped cream fillings, along with chocolate spoons and chocolate champagne flutes that were equally sinful and delicious. There are certainly many worse ways to spend a few hours on a Tuesday morning! But being tired is a chronic problem for me now and one which I am trying to work on. In fact, I think the reason I'm so tired is because of the internet and my indispensable yet despicable blackberry, which now occupies a permanent parking spot in my mind. I find that I'm always worrying about emails I've received and people I have made plans with, so much so that I no longer enjoy the beautiful moment that I am living in! Part of the reason why I love to cook is because it is a time for me to put the phone down and the computer away, and focus on something hands-on and creative.
Preheat the broiler. 1. 2. Rustic Cabbage Soup Recipe. Every few weeks I get in my car, cash in pocket, and drive to a pre-determined location. This is where I meet my dealer. I turn over a wad of greenbacks and she hands off a huge bag of the good stuff. Most of the time I don't really know exactly what I'm paying for. I scurry back to my car, drop the booty in the trunk, peel back the plastic and peer inside. If I'm lucky a neighborhood streetlight will be nearby to illuminate the contents of the bag. This time of year I might see the eyes of impossibly petite potatoes peering back at me, they could be nestled alongside a kaleidoscope of vibrantly colored carrots, or shouldered up against a of pile of parsnips. But before I get too far ahead of myself on the soup front, let me tell you a bit more about Mariquita Farm and what Andy and Julia are doing. This isn't a CSA, it's more guerilla than that. With out sounding too mushy, this is just one more reason I love living in San Francisco.
Serves 4. Print Recipe. Potato-Leek Soup Recipe. I don’t think I’ve ever made a New Year’s resolution. Even if I did, I likely didn’t have much success sticking with any of them, so I just don’t bother with them anymore. Usually resolutions involve quickly-forgotten rules about eating better, losing weight, and saving money. (Which is probably why I never make them in the first place.) So I wouldn’t place any bets that I’m going to stick with doing any of those three things this year, I’m happy to report that for those of you with more will-power than I, this Potato Leek Soup falls neatly into all three categories.
I kind of have a funny relationship to soup. So where do I start with this one? Well, for those who want to save money, I’ve venture to say you could make a giant pot of this soup for in the vicinity of two bucks. If you think potatoes are those dusty things at the supermarket that you lug home by the sack, that’s true. For this soup, I used what they call Monalisa potatoes. Related Links and Recipes Celery Root Soup Jook. Red Lentil Soup Recipe. I tend to follow the sun around the house each day. From room to room, not unlike a cat. I like how it warms cushions on the couch in the morning, streams into my breakfast bowl at the kitchen counter not long after that, and then beckons me to the office through our west-facing window later in the afternoon.
On particularly nice days I like to take my lunch out onto the back porch, settle into one of the mossy, rain-damaged chairs, close my eyes, and let the sun shine through my eyelids for a minute or two. And well, that was the plan when I made myself a pot of this unassuming (but tasty!) Red lentil and brown rice soup last weekend. Then, bowl in hand, I opened the back door and walked straight into a four foot spider web. It is spider season here, and if you forget, you pay. Without going too far down the spider track here, I'll just say, my outdoor lunch quickly became an indoor one after I counted five spiders, webs in full span, within a ten foot radius of my desired lunch spot.