As the name implies, this sauce goes with everything. I make it with a combination of coriander, mint and parsley and each time, the amount of each herb varies depending on what I have available. Sometimes it is only two of the three; it still turns out delicious. I thin it out with a good amount of olive oil if I want to use it as a salad dressing. Otherwise, I only add just enough to have a sauce like composition.
I could go crazy on a night like tonight when summer’s beginning to give up her fight and every thought’s a possibility and voices are heard but nothing is seen. -Indigo Girls
When the days get cooler and shorter and summer begins to give up her fight, we all do the same. We put on sweaters, gather our harvest, and nourish ourselves with luxurious soups. Soups such as this cream of carrot soup, rich in colour, flavour and texture.
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The beginning of hardship is like the first taste of bitter food -it seems for a moment unbearable; yet, if there is nothing else to satisfy our hunger, we take another bite and find it possible to go on. -George Eliot
Bitter melon, otherwise known as bitter gourd or bitter squash is a vegetable that is amazingly good for you. However, it comes with a small caveat. It’s also an acquired taste. As you can imagine, there is good reason for the word ‘bitter’ in its name. But there are also plenty of good reasons to make this vegetable a part of your diet. It’s a source of many beneficial antioxidants and vitamins and helps combat a number of illnesses.
Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don’t notice it, but, out of the blue, it’ll flare to life. -Maria V. Synder
Over a decade ago, I lost my first pregnancy, my first baby, and with it, everything else it seemed. Death is so final, and I guess that is what makes it so hard. However, I think any other sort, I could have learned to accept. But to have to mourn for a child was and still is beyond my capability to handle, to reason, to understand. I cried, I yelled, I died. And I still cry. But such is life, not every flower blooms, not every blossom becomes a fruit and not every child is born. There are no reasons, no explanations. It just is. Continue reading “shades of blue – part 2: blueberry almond tartlets”
Following the light of the sun, we left the Old World. -Christopher Columbus
Pesto is a sauce of the Old World. It’s also simplicity at its best. Its name comes from the method used to prepare it: by pounding using a mortar and pestle. Okay, so perhaps the use of a mortar and pestle does not exactly conjure up the notion of simplicity when we can use a blender instead. Which ever method you use, 4 ingredients later, you end up with Italy’s most prized sauce.
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After about 3 weeks of no rain, the skies turned grey this weekend and the rain came down much to the delight of parched lawns here in Montréal. Unfortunately, this meant not going on a picnic, or a good hike, or bicycling. Fortunatley, weather such as this calls for staying indoors and making soup. Not a brightly coloured autumn soup or hearty winter soup, but a soup that makes good use of summer’s bounty. A broccoli soup! Whereas my husband and our eldest son can’t get enough of it, my two daughters will gladly exchange their soup for a roasted version of broccoli! I won’t argue with that. In the end, broccoli is good food.
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