Oui, Oui!

Thanks to the seemingly unending snow, I have spent quite a bit of time in the kitchen. One of the things I decided to tackle was French Onion Soup. I had never tried it before, but we had a bag of onions and left over beef stock in the fridge, so it seemed like a good idea. I looked up several different recipes and realized that they all called for some kind of wine or sherry. Since we had neither in the house, we made an emergency trip to Trader Joe's in the storm, picked up some white wine and French baguettes (also got some fire wood while we were out), and I was set. The whole process took a little longer than I had expected (2 hours in all), but it was more than worth it! There is really nothing better than some hot soup, a fire, and a good movie to help weather a blizzard! =)

Master of the Kitchen... if not My Destiny

A girl, happily in love, burns the souffle. A girl, unhappily in love, forgets to turn the oven on. ..~ Baron St. Fontanel in the 1954 version of Sabrina

I always found that quote to be amusing, though I have to question its accuracy, seeing as I burn just about everything and have NEVER been happily in love. The part that I find amusing, is that either way, she finds herself in the kitchen. Maybe it is because the movies is from the 1950s and that is where women were expected to be. But I would rather think that it is a normal to let emotions find their outlet in creative, culinary way. I can't even remember how many times life has driven me into the kitchen. It is where I find released. It is where I feel I have some control when everything else seems absurd. Maybe I am odd... but I would rather believe it is normal.