I had a palm-thwack-to-forehead moment when deciding what to blog about for today. Sliced white mushrooms are on sale, which of course made me think of this soup, and I can hardly even fathom that I haven’t written on this one here before. I swear it’s one of the best things about cold weather. If you’re a mushroom fan, I promise you will have trouble not eating the entire kettle all by yourself.
Another cross country season is well under way, and it never ceases to amaze (and confuse) me that all three DamKids share the freakish desire to pound their feet into the pavement every day after school, and most Saturday mornings, too. With all the running and training they do, it really isn’t any small wonder that they become rabid carb’ivores for a nearly four-month period every fall. It’s also no great surprise that by 8:20 every night they’re all either incredibly crabby or nearly falling over in a comatose state. If you’ve got student athletes, you know what I’m talking about.
Easter dinner was so delicious, but I’m about over ham, how about you? I intentionally overshot on the poundage, wanting to have leftovers. Well, leftovers we got. Had a ham sandwich for lunch yesterday. Put slices of it on egg sandwiches this morning. Easter dinner re-run last night. And there are still a few little scraps left in the fridge … the frugal cook in me should stash them away in the freezer for omelets or soup but I’ll admit I’ve been sneaking them to the DamDog. I’m swearing off ham. Tonight we’re having a meatless entree, and this is what it is.
Since we’re all in the throes of full blown seasonal entertaining, I thought I’d share a delicious appetizer recipe with you, just a little inspiration so that you don’t come up empty handed in the hors d’oeuvres department this coming weekend.
You heard me right. Pepper and mushroom tacos.
Wait! Don’t run away. You have no idea what deliciousness you’ll be missing if you give up on this post based on the title. Please, hear me out – these are fantastic! I can nearly guarantee that by the end of this post, you’ll have these tacos on your brain for the rest of the afternoon.
Poor iceberg lettuce.
It’s like the Wonder Bread of the produce department, isn’t it? The red-headed stepchild? Seriously, I don’t know of a single self-respecting foodie who would ever serve it at her dinner table. Something about it just screams “1978”, when all our mothers served us salads of iceberg lettuce and Wishbone dressing, ala Carol Brady.