Tonight, I made homemade French onion soup for the first time, and I gotta say, it was fabulous.
While I love French onion soup, I so rarely order it out — if anything, I’ll take a taste of my husband’s; it’s just simply too rich for me to have a whole bowl of on my own.
And while I’d heard it was easy to make, I’d never done it — til now.
Today was one of those cold, dreary, drizzly Michigan days where you just didn’t want to leave the house, and soup sounded like a perfect meal.
I knew my mom, dad and sister were making French onion soup back home in New Jersey, and I was already feeling pretty homesick and sad about us not all being together for the holiday. Continue reading “Cooking for Comfort”→
Can I just say that watching Julie & Julia this weekend was like watching my wildest dreams unfold– only it was a dream I didn’t know I had until I saw this movie.
If you’re not familiar with the movie, it’s the true tales of two women: Julia Child’s life in Paris before she was the famous chef, and Julie Powell, a young woman from Queens who, miserable with her job, decides to do something incredible and blogs her way through Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking — committing to make 524 recipes over 365 days.
The movie hit home on so many levels, and I took a lot away from it.
First, I could totally relate to Julie Powell. We’re about the same age as she was when she began blogging. Like Julie, she started blogging about a passion of hers (food), not knowing –or caring — if anyone out there in the giant blogosphere would be listening.
Blogging becomes a very self-absorbed hobby/passion of Julie’s; I can certainly relate to that. There are several scenes where her husband is trying to be cutesy or romantic and she pushes him away in favor of working on her “art” — I can relate to that, too.