inside looking out, a private moment, unintentionally surreptitiously observed
i see you, google
pancakes with blueberries and whipped cream
gpoy fun with opposing mirrors and a chandelier in the versailles ticket office. don’t let my serious expression fool you i was having a great time, but was concentrating on lining up the chandelier.
eye see you
fence, Champ de Mars Tour Eifel SNCF station, paris, france
Back when I posted the asparagus in the market stall photosets, I got an ask from a follower if I had any asparagus recipes, so here is my first recipe.
Asparagus Soup
Serves 4
2 garlic gloves
2 leeks
4 T butter
2 pounds asparagus
4 cups vegetable broth
1 cup crème fraîche
1/2 cup parmesan cheese, shreded (not the kind in the green can ;)
salt/pepper
juice of half a lemon
optional: Crostini with melted parmesan cheese
required equipment:
Blender
Large Soup pan
extra container
whisk
Prep:
chop the garlic and leeks
chop the asparagus in 1.5 inch pieces. It doesn’t have to be pretty, these babies soon have a date with the blender ;)
Directions:
In a soup pan, over low heat, melt the butter, toss in the garlic and leeks and simmer for 5-10 minutes until tender. add salt and pepper.
Add in the asparagus and cook for another few minutes.
Add the vegetable broth and lemon juice, then turn heat up to high and bring to a boil, then lower the temp to low, and simmer for 10 minutes, covered.
Stir in the parmesan cheese and simmer for 5 more minutes, melting the cheese. add salt and pepper to taste.
Dump the contents of the pot into the extra container, you may want to let it cool for health and safety reasons, or you can live dangerously like me and blend the boiling hot liquid. Blend the soup in batches in the blender, until it is really smooth. Dump the blended batches back into the pan.
Return the pan to a medium low heat, and whisk in the crème fraîche. Do not allow it to come to a boil. Once heated, ladle into bowls and add a dollop of crème fraîche and enjoy :)
optional: Crostini with melted parmesan cheese
place the crostini on baking sheet and sprinkle parmesan cheese on, place in the oven on low head until the cheese is slightly melted.
Circumspect Fruit
The tomato is a fruit that one must approach with a certian degree of caution. It is considered a fruit by scientists because of the seeds, yet used as a vegetable in cooking. A tomato a fruit? I mean who has tomatoes with ice cream??
My Mom loves tomatoes. She would actually eat tomatos like an apple, grabbing the tomato and biting into it like it was an apple
I also have my own reasons to be wary of this fruit, in uncooked form, let me describe the circumstances.
Everybody knows how difficult it can be to get children to eat their vegetables (or fruits in this case :)
During my childhood, when I was 10 or 11, our family was having lunch. We gathered at the table and the plate was set down in front of me:
slices of tomatoes and cottage cheese. Tomatoes *sigh* I thought. But I was sick of them, so the rebelious teenager in me came out (I was advanced for my age :) I said I wasn’t going to eat them. My parents were like, oh yes you are. I ate the cottage cheese, and sat there. My brother finished his and asked to be excused to go watch TV, Sure my parents said. I asked to be excused to go watch TV. They said no, I had to clean my plate. They finished their meal, and got up, and I sat there, staring at the tomatoes. I sat there, listening to my brother laughing at the TV in the next room, and sat there, for 6 hours until dinner time, with scant but a little cottage cheese in my belly (I was allowed bathroom breaks) Finally, I thought, a reprieve. Dinner time, everyone returned, and they had there dinner while I sat there with the uneaten plate of tomatoes. I ask for some, but they pointed at the tomatoes. Finally, I asked if I could go to bed. I was granted permsission, but was told the tomatoes were going in the fridge, and would be breakfast tomorrow. I went to bed with an empty tummy, and dread of the upcoming breakfast, and cried myself to sleep. In the morning, there were no tomatoes.
So for the next three decades, I have been picking tomatoes out of sandwiches, carefully selecting the least contaminated chip from nachos, and avoiding bruschetta like the plague. Parents, think carefully how you discipline your children around the vegetables, or you may end up scarring them for life.
These tomatoes pictured, will probably end up in spaghetti sauce. But it is time I grew up, so on this Mother’s day, I am going to eat a plate of tomatoes.
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