Fart SoupInspired by Eliz's recent post regarding the ease, simplicity, and overwhelming reward of soup-making, as well as the cold weather that punched us in the gut over the weekend, I bought a bunch of Eastern European-ish ingredients and threw them in a pot tonight. The deep, rich smells of cabbage, locally-made kielbasa by Hummel Brothers, white beans, and loads of dill and caraway are wafting through my house as I type. We'll eat it tomorrow night after the cabbage has gotten a chance to turn silky and the broth enriches a bit in the fridge. After which point I am certain that a different kind of deep, rich smell will begin to rise from the couch. Ahem. Damned, delicious cruciferous vegetables.
We've been eating not such exciting stuff lately. One of the reasons I love Andy so much is that he is game to indulge, on occasion, setting all moral qualms aside, in bad chain Tex-Mex fare with me at 3:30 on a Sunday afternoon, because it's not a good idea to go hungry to Trader Joe's and On The Border is so seductive in this barren Mexican-food-free-zone known as Central Coastal Connecticut*. But I would like to give a shout-out to the Westville Kosher Market and Deli out near Amity Wines & Spirits. If you are in need of babaganoush, spicy pepper salad, ethereal fluffy pita, cauliflower salad with tahini, and general Jewish grandmotherly and grandfatherly good cheer and fawning, look no further. Careful, though -- they close RIGHT AT SEVEN. Not 7:01. And sometimes more like 6:49.
*Okay, we could have gone to Taqueria Mexicana #2, home of the Foot Taco, but that requires a several-mile detour up the Post Road.