Procrastination. Over-extension. These things do not mix.
And they are… me.
I bring this up to illuminate the fact that there are Grand Marnier/cranberry/chocolate truffles that required more chilling, rolling, and dipping time than I allowed in my morning. They were supposed to be today’s post. And are not. Hence, this post.
My brain is completely unable to wrap itself around the fact that Thanksgiving is less than two weeks away!
Cliché as it sounds… where has 2013 gone and can I have it back?!
While I’m pretty sure I can’t fire up the Delorian, I can make the most of what’s left of the year. And that means tons of yummy Thanksgiving/Holiday/Christmas recipes to make and share. So let’s dive in!
Confession – I curse, like a sailor in fact. I know it’s not ladylike. I know it’s not classy. It is in no way how my parents raised me. I know that should I ever implement a curse cup into my life, some lucky local charity would feel as though they hit the lottery.
This undesirable character flaw rears its ugly head at certain times more than others, as you might suspect. Case in point, making this soup.
Cutting and peeling a pumpkin. Seemed pretty straight forward, at least in my mind. It wasn’t. Maybe there’s a strategy I don’t know about, a trick, a tool, a special Halloween spell to cast so that the skin magically falls off, I don’t know. I do know that I cut myself, swore, and generally had a difficult time.
Confession – I’ve been hoarding a lovely little jar of saffron for ages, almost afraid to use her – her pretty threads just lying in wait. Until today! Today is the first time I’ve used saffron, ever, and like most amazing spices, I can see why men traveled for months to procure it, used it as currency, etc., and why it’s still so darned expensive!
Blame it on the rain. Here comes the rain again. Who’ll stop the rain? November rain. Singin’ in the rain. Fool in the rain. Songs about rain. Purple rain, purple rain.
Alright, what does all this rain/song nonsense have to do with Chilled Corn Chowder?
Well, I’m a music maniac so I equate most things to song, but that’s not the point. The point is, in my little part of the world, we’ve been super blessed to have an abnormal amount of summertime rain, equating – giant, delicious, abundant… corn!
When life hands you tomatoes, make fresh tomato juice, and add vodka – or something like that.
Fresh. Vegan. Healthy. Low Carb. I know these aren’t usually words you see in my posts, but I’m trying friends. I’m trying.