I failed. Instead of doing one of two big things I've been wanting to do for the blog, I ran off to the big city far away to take my grandma to visit her son who was visiting his son. After dropping Grandma off, we went to Mr. Boom's brother's home to spend a few days. New Year's was a blast, but I felt guilty the whole time about not doing what I said I would. So guilty, in fact, that I haven't been able to show my face around here.
Enough is enough, though. I'll just throw those two items on the list of my regular resolutions. I hope they'll happen! So much of that list never gets done, which is why I really like the challenge of crossing one off before the new year even starts.
My birthday was on Monday, and my most favoritest present of all was a mandolin. I've been practicing and practicing and I think my fingers might fall off any minute now. I'm grimacing as I type this, having just finished up a "jam session" with Mr. Boom who is a very accomplished (at least in my mind) guitar player.
I'm getting a little bit better every day, and I can now play five chords! Five whole chords, people! Furthermore, the cats aren't running out of the room every time I pick up my pretty little mandolin to play. That's progress right there, baby!
This week's French Friday's with Dorie challenge was Paris Mushroom Soup.
You don't need a recipe for this soup, per se, although I wouldn't dissuade anyone from buying this book, ever!
But really, soften up an onion and garlic in butter,
add a pound of mushrooms, and a bit of white wine
(I had no white wine on hand, so I left this out).
Cook until dry, then add chicken broth.
Whiz it all up (I used an immersion blender) and serve.
It's not pretty, but it's really fast, really good, and very creamy despite the fact that it doesn't have any cream in it at all.
Best served with a side of "Rocky Top" chorus chords jotted on the back of an envelope.
Yummm. In fact, I'm going back for more!