Oh food.
I always forget what an amazing cook I am when I stop thinking about it and just fucking cook. I made two soups tonight because I love soup, and when I say love I mean would propose and marry in a heartbeat. Life long commitment to soup, that's me.
I made a potato soup with the immersion blender Mike bought me because, oh yeah, he really DOES love me. I also made a faux pasta fagioli. By faux I mean I found a recipe, looked it over, and then proceeded to ignore it a lot. It didn't clear out my freezer as much as I'd hoped as the potatoes are fresh instead of frozen, but due to How to Cook Everything for my iPad I'm hoping it'll help me move out some more veggies.
I hate writing this post because I have a lot to say about food these days, but getting down in an intelligent manner will be difficult at best. It's a lot of wah, wah, I'm fat, wah, wah I'm terrified of food. But with actual explanations.
But all that aside FUCK YEAH FOOD! FUCK YEAH SOUP! I are happy.
I made a potato soup with the immersion blender Mike bought me because, oh yeah, he really DOES love me. I also made a faux pasta fagioli. By faux I mean I found a recipe, looked it over, and then proceeded to ignore it a lot. It didn't clear out my freezer as much as I'd hoped as the potatoes are fresh instead of frozen, but due to How to Cook Everything for my iPad I'm hoping it'll help me move out some more veggies.
I hate writing this post because I have a lot to say about food these days, but getting down in an intelligent manner will be difficult at best. It's a lot of wah, wah, I'm fat, wah, wah I'm terrified of food. But with actual explanations.
But all that aside FUCK YEAH FOOD! FUCK YEAH SOUP! I are happy.