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bay leaves, bleu cheese, broth, Celery, Garlic, heavy cream, lemon juice, lemon zest, nutmeg, Onions, Parsnips, Pears, Thyme
I enjoyed this lovely soup at the Worcester Museum of Art, in Massachusetts. Their café is a lovely place for lunch and their signature Pear and Wild Mushroom Soup is a must try it. It just stood out, so how could I not try it? Oh, I’m so happy I did, because it’s absolutely delicious. And is the inspiration for this lovely elixir. Continue reading

It’s that time of year…the beginning of soup season. Or autumn to normal people. And as it happens, it’s also apple season. See the connection I made there? Nothing gets by The Goddess. This seemed like a marriage made in heaven. And it is!
Dream Bars…mmm…they are the stuff good dreams are made of. A little gooey. A little crunchy. Sweet and delicious. And so, so easy.
This is truly an old-fashioned dessert. It’s homey and comforting. It’s also delicious. It’s a basic recipe, you’ll be able to find elsewhere. This is from my mother’s recipe file, though delicious, I couldn’t resist updating it…just a bit.
This version of Korma is not traditional. I’ve added eggplant and lemon zest. Feel free to omit both, but hand-to-heart, it won’t be as tasty…and at the Goddess’s abode, we’re all about tasty! This Korma has particularly good Karma.
Tarragon is a lovely herb. The French use it extensively. We should use it more. It has a delicate, grassy flavor with a distinct licorice kick. Chicken with Tarragon-Shallot Cream Sauce…a match made in heaven.
We traveled North for the holidays. it’s a bit chillier there than in the Carolinas, but decidedly more Christmas-y. This soup/chowder came about through the wonderful duo, Dave and Terri! They always come up with delicious fare and this was truly an inspiring way to ring in the New Year.
This is a nice little loaf to have in your fridge. It makes a nice sandwich, a lovely addition to a charcuterie with some cornichons or for a light lunch or supper with some good mustard.
When I was a child, bread pudding was a frequent visitor to our table. My father loved custard-y things and my mother’s bread pudding fit that bill perfectly. I make mine a bit different, but the roots are in that farm kitchen.