When on holiday I always like to come home with something reminiscent of my trip: an artifact, a sculpture, some pottery, a blanket. Something. This time I came home with the idea to reproduce these delicious roasted shallots. That's something. Not exactly worthy of a place on the mantel, but definitely worthy of a place at the table.
At some point it's time to gather all those Post-It's stuck to the inside of cupboards, the hand written notes jammed hastily into drawers, the binders exploding with recipes past, organize and begin sharing the best of them.
We started by roasting the vegetables to get a deeper, more intense flavor - and as a way to entice a two year old to participate. She thought it was great fun, and the resulting soup was hearty and delicious!
A week ago we were complaining that the air conditioner no longer worked. This morning I was hunting for scarves and sweaters and autumn-weather coats. A beautiful time of year, with the leaves beginning to change and explosions of yellow and orange and red debris blowing up from street's edges in accordance with the ever changing wind.
Cauliflower often beloved in it's purest form is the great chameleon, taking on the attributes of foods around it: adding texture and absorbing flavors without imposing it's own strong characteristics. Once again we have cauliflower subbing in ... this time for carb heavy potatoes.