Mmm... soup!
Oct. 28th, 2003 04:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenPremiere of 24 tonight! Woooo!!
It's weird seeing my nights pan out now that we're into the new fall season and there's new schedules for both TV watching and various other stuff. Plus fall is my absolute favorite season so I get all squirmy and excited thinking about cooler weather and holidays coming up and all sorts of fun stuff like that there.
The siren song of cooking beckons and I think this weekend I might attempt to make French onion soup in ye olde slow cooker. I'm looking forward to this as I have been on the prowl for a good bowl of French onion soup for just over 2 years now. The last good bowl I had was in a restaurant somewhere near Stella, back when I was in Germany for Mouse's Christening. It was, hands down, the best bowl of French onion or any soup that I have ever eaten, which was wonderful in the "better to have loved and lost" sense but not so much in the "great, now I'm spoiled for French Onion soup for the rest of my damn life because what are the odds of me both going back to Stella and being able to find that restaurant again?" sense. I have no idea if this weekend's attempt will in any way measure up to the memory, but at least this way I can start to exert a little more control over the process. Perchance the days of weak broth and soggy bread are over.
Either that or I just need to get back to Germany one of these years. Shame that I'm pretty certain Annika needs to be Christened here thanks to P-sis's need to get a green card. Nothing like having somebody else pay for your ticket because it's a family event. Plus it was cool staying with P-sis's family. Which is kind of funny considering how often my mostly Italian in behavior family clashes with P's German behavior. Lord knows we've had some culture shocks in the past. Though I doubt anything will match the the one weekend after Christmas P-sis thought she could be helpful and efficient by pointing out that there were enough leftovers from Christmas dinner that Grandma didn't have to cook, which naturally made my Italian grandmother have a heart attack at the idea that nobody wanted her cooking. Luckily my family is composed of big eaters (again: Italian) and it mostly worked out.
Sigh. I wish it was the holidays already. I'm jonesing to cook. Can you tell?
It's weird seeing my nights pan out now that we're into the new fall season and there's new schedules for both TV watching and various other stuff. Plus fall is my absolute favorite season so I get all squirmy and excited thinking about cooler weather and holidays coming up and all sorts of fun stuff like that there.
The siren song of cooking beckons and I think this weekend I might attempt to make French onion soup in ye olde slow cooker. I'm looking forward to this as I have been on the prowl for a good bowl of French onion soup for just over 2 years now. The last good bowl I had was in a restaurant somewhere near Stella, back when I was in Germany for Mouse's Christening. It was, hands down, the best bowl of French onion or any soup that I have ever eaten, which was wonderful in the "better to have loved and lost" sense but not so much in the "great, now I'm spoiled for French Onion soup for the rest of my damn life because what are the odds of me both going back to Stella and being able to find that restaurant again?" sense. I have no idea if this weekend's attempt will in any way measure up to the memory, but at least this way I can start to exert a little more control over the process. Perchance the days of weak broth and soggy bread are over.
Either that or I just need to get back to Germany one of these years. Shame that I'm pretty certain Annika needs to be Christened here thanks to P-sis's need to get a green card. Nothing like having somebody else pay for your ticket because it's a family event. Plus it was cool staying with P-sis's family. Which is kind of funny considering how often my mostly Italian in behavior family clashes with P's German behavior. Lord knows we've had some culture shocks in the past. Though I doubt anything will match the the one weekend after Christmas P-sis thought she could be helpful and efficient by pointing out that there were enough leftovers from Christmas dinner that Grandma didn't have to cook, which naturally made my Italian grandmother have a heart attack at the idea that nobody wanted her cooking. Luckily my family is composed of big eaters (again: Italian) and it mostly worked out.
Sigh. I wish it was the holidays already. I'm jonesing to cook. Can you tell?
