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Mother’s Day Spinach Soup and Homemade Croutons

11 May

Spinach Soup with Homemade Croutons

Mother’s Day is tomorrow. And you know what Mother’s Day always brings? Greeting cards.

Some people could care less about greeting cards (cough, cough, my husband). But others, like me, can’t get enough of them. I think it’s a genetic sentiment that was passed down from my grandma, to my mom, and then to me.

Spinach Soup with Homemade Croutons

My grandma is a rock star when it comes to greeting cards. A very strict rock star. She doesn’t miss a thing. You have a birthday? You get a card. You have an anniversary? You get a card? They make a new holiday? You get a card.

The cards my grandma sends aren’t just any old cards, either. Her trademark is underlining sweet snippets and highlighting the tear-jerker phrases. Because of all the time she invested in this throughout my life, I can’t’ help but carry this on to some degree in my adult life. Every time I am in the greeting card section, you’re sure to find me with tear-filled eyes and an occasional stained cheek. I am extremely sentimental when it comes to cards. Thanks, Grandma and Mom for teaching me the beauty and power of a greeting card.

Spinach Soup with Homemade Croutons

I also have to thank my mom and grandma for teaching me the comfort of soup. Soup is one of my all-time favorite comfort foods. I could probably eat soup every day of the week and not get tired of it.

Mother's Day Spinach Soup and Croutons

When I first saw this recipe for Spinach Soup, I’ll admit I was a little skeptical. Spinach? in a soup? in a smooth soup? Yes to all three, and I’m glad I tried this. The soup is creamy and smooth, has a fairly mild spinach flavor, and has incredible, garlicky, homemade croutons. (The croutons may or may not be the best part!) If you don’t want a spicy soup, no worries, just leave out the red pepper flakes.

Spinach Soup with Homemade Croutons

Hope you enjoy and that this new soup brings you some comfort. Happy Mother’s Day!

Mother's Day Soup

And don’t forget about last year’s Mother’s Day Cinnamon Rolls…always a solid breakfast choice.

Mother's Day Cinnamon Rolls

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Broccoli Cheese Soup

5 Dec

My grandma is old-fashioned. That’s putting it mildly. She has a very ’50s-housewife mentality, bless her heart. Now you might think that since I have a cooking blog, that I, too, am old-fashioned, cutesy, and housewifey. You’d be wrong (although I don’t mind the cutesy part).

No matter how many times I try explaining to my grandma that it’s actually not necessary for me to fold my husband’s laundry, cook his favorite meals every day, and go to bed with curlers in my hair, she never stops trying to make me change (again, bless her heart).

On Black Friday, we were eating Thanksgiving leftovers for lunch like happy little turkeys. We were taking turns reheating our individual plates. My husband heated his plate up first, so he was almost finished eating by the time I was just sitting down. Seconds after I sat down, my grandma addressed my husband.

Grandma: “Now if you want any seconds, just tell Adrianne and she’ll go get them for you.”

Husband: Says nothing; stares at me.

Me: “Nice try, Grandma, but actually he can get them for himself.”

This is a typical scene when we’re at  Grandma’s house. She always laughs my comments off and thinks I’m being cheeky. I am amazed at her tenacity to make me a doting servant. She puts up a real fight, though—I’ll give her that.

This soup is one of my personal favorite meals. I make it a lot (whether or not my husband approves). He likes it, too, though, so I don’t think Grandma would get on my case too much.

Broccoli cheese soup is one of my favorite things to order at restaurants. It usually never disappoints. It’s hard for me to recreate it exactly at home, but this version might even be superior. It’s easy and even heartier with the addition of potatoes and carrots. It’s thick, chunky, and even has a creamy base—just like restaurant-style.

Chop broccoli, carrots, and potatoes into bite-sized pieces. Cover with water and the bouillon cube. Simmer veggies about 10 minutes, or until tender.

Stir in cream of chicken soup, cream cheese, and cheddar cheese. Mix until smooth. (more…)

Chicken Cilantro Bisque

10 Oct

Fall is my favorite time of the year. The weather is not too hot, not too cold, and perfect for cute sweaters, scarves, and boots. Also, you can call it by its fancier, more sophisticated name, autumn. (It’s fun to be hoity-toity now and again, isn’t it?)

Fall Autumn is also the perfect soup weather. And while we’re on the right track, how about calling it by a fancier name, bisque?

I promise this bisque is simple, yet sophisticated. (And, no, it doesn’t taste like mint just because it’s green!)

The bisque has a tame flavor, and I would venture to say it’s just a gussied up, fancier version of plain, old chicken soup. But your guests will be oh-so-impressed, and that makes it taste even better.

Simmer together broth, cilantro, onion, garlic, and cumin for 15 minutes.

Pour into blender, add flour, and puree until smooth.

Return smooth soup to pan.

Stir in evaporated milk.

Heat briefly before serving. (more…)

Potato Leek Soup

16 May

There are some things you just never live down. They are usually awkward/embarrassing/funny things—a fave combo of mine.

Last year we went on a recreational canoeing trip with my in-laws. So adventurous! So outdoorsy! (If I’m being completely honest, by “recreational canoeing trip” I really mean that we were trying to think of something fun to do nearby our apartment in South Florida and so we rented canoes from an old boardwalk stand for a 1-hour paddle around the calm intercoastal waterway where cruise ships come in.)

Naturally we split up 2 and 2—the in-laws in one canoe and me and Ryan in the other. We were paddling strong and steady through the waters. We were enjoying the quiet scenery and outdoors. We were experiencing nature. In other words, everything was going fine for about 5 minutes until Ryan and I started getting tired.

It was just so hard to paddle constantly with no rest breaks. Did you know if you stop paddling you don’t necessarily keep floating in the right direction? Very tricky.

All of this getting tired and not paddling came to a head when we realized that Ryan’s parents were a good 3 football fields ahead of us, turning into smaller and smaller specks on the horizon, and the more we stopped paddling, the more we were carried downstream when we had to be going upstream. What were we to do?

Inspiration struck, and Ryan decided that I should use my girlish womanly charm to convince some nearby boaters to tow us all the way past Ryan’s parents. The boaters lightheartedly teased us about being so far behind “our friends.” It wasn’t until we started getting closer that they realized our friends were quite a bit older than us and we reluctantly admitted they were our parents. Then the boater guys really cracked up. We loved the shortcut, but it came with some consequences. You know we won’t ever live down being towed to catch up to Ryan’s parents while canoeing for fun for a whopping 1 hour.

Don’t worry, this potato soup recipe is not awkward/embarrassing/funny. It’s just easy and good—another fave combo.

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French Onion Soup

7 May

I have never and will never have a nickname.

Correction: When I was a kid, my brother and sister called me Annie. My name is kinda long and confusing, so Annie seemed to be a good nickname. I never really thought much about the name until I did. And then I really thought about it. I thought about all the implications and future consequences behind the name. And I had to put a stop to it.

See, one day a friend of my sister’s started calling me Annie, and it rubbed me the wrong way. It used to be a special name used only within my family, but now all of the sudden, it was a common name used by anyone and everyone. I could feel the name slipping away from me. It was no longer special, and somehow, neither was I. So I sat my family down and calmly expressed my wish to be called by my full name, Adrianne. Then my siblings would either a) forget or b) wish to irritate me, and I would calmly throw a fit.

After a long struggle Rather quickly, the nickname disappeared, never to return again.

Here’s a recipe for one of my favorite soups. It’s common enough to find in lots of restaurants, but special enough that you may never have made it yourself at home.

It’s a surprisingly simple recipe for what seems like a fancy-pants soup. Just my style.

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