My nine-year-old, practically feral cat has a cold. He’s gettin’ a little stir crazy in the house with a toddler.
Work and life are keeping me busy. It’s wonderful. I’m beginning to feel like a real freelance writer. I also almost think I’m a grown up sometimes.
The frigid temperatures have returned, and I strive to accept that on no soon day will I frequent a warm beach with zilch to do.
There’s nothing for it but to make soup!
Iris and I will be enjoying a play date this evening, for which I am making my latest obsession – creamy white chili. I tweak that recipe a little with no chicken, no butter (it’s rich enough with the cream cheese), veggie broth and tomatoes. Extra onion and green pepper thin sliced into strips adds a nice texture. I might throw in some black beans for fun contrast. Blue corn chips with salsa and guacamole on the side and clementines make the meal complete and ROY G BIV compatible (Eat the Rainbow).
Last night I tried out tomato chic pea stew, as we’d not eaten Mediterranean in a while. In the interest of time I used minced garlic, red pepper flakes, dried mint and parsley and lemon juice, and threw in some bulger. It was a hit with man and child.
Also, I learned what chiffonade means. Thanks, Web 2.0.