We haven’t slurped in a while, have we. This soup. THIS SOUP is weep worthy. It’s smoky. It’s bean-y. It’s bacon-y. It’s tomato-y. It’s like, all the rustic in one pot. One pot! See how I take care of you? Never mind. Let us peepeth. Okay, two things: I forgot to label the onion in […]
It’s mid December and I feel like slurping, okay? And yes, that would be hard salami in that thar soup. This is the way I rebel in life, you see. I’m a 43 year old woman who reads fiction novels, drinks chamomile tea and goes to bed at 8:55pm JUST LET ME HAVE THIS. But […]
But it’s in the slow cooker! So it’s like, short cut but long time. Never mind. I’m all but completely flipping out over this soup. I’ve made it twice in the last month and I pretty much want to replace the inside of my mouth with it. A) It’s short cut! Meaning – instead of […]
OH HI. So this morning I had a major site crash, and it lost my whole post. So – here are three photos, and the recipe. Lawd knows I have no idea what I blabbed about this morning. Something about Emily Gilmore and having a face that looks like a lighthouse? Because I make sense […]
I keep wanting to type smokey and then I realize there are no bears in this bean soup. Close though! Beans. Bears. Smokey the Bear soup. Smoky the bean soup? Never mind. SOUP! And this one is so stupid easy you’ll have actual time to drink the eggnog without the whole IV thing. Don’t ask. […]
I don’t think I’d call this a wedding soup. More like an elopement soup? Because the willy nilly factor is maj nil. There are no flowers to be ordered, no cake to taste test, no dress to lose weight for, nothing. It’s just hop in the car, sign a paper, I do or whatever, and […]
I remember when I first discovered Giada De Laurentiis. I would watch her in sheer amazement. “How is she that pretty?” I would ponder. “How can I get my hair to look that incredible while trussing a chicken?” I wondered. “Who is the contractor for her kitchen and can I get his number?” I would […]
I’m not even going to discuss how stifling hot it is today in Kansas City. I don’t need to tell you about the sunburn blisters I got just by gazing out the back window at my tomato plants. I’ll spare you the torturous details though. I won’t mention how I stupidly took a run this […]
