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Showing posts with label Tomato Soup. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tomato Soup. Show all posts
Friday, May 3, 2013
Ina Fridays -- Sides, Soups, and Salads-- Easy Tomato Soup with Grilled Cheese Croutons
Since I'm writing a soup cookbook, I'm always interested in soups others make. Not only family, friends, and neighbors, but also famous cooks like Ina Garten. If I'm home and I've been working all day, I'm in front of the tv with my feet up at 3:00 Central Time when Ina makes one of her appearances on Food Network's Barefoot Contessa. While doing a little background reading for this post, I discovered this on FOOD NETWORK'S "10 Things You Didn't Know about the Barefoot Contessa":
Friday, February 8, 2013
38 Power Foods, Week 30 -- Pistachios-- Tomato Soup with Yogurt Swirl and Pistachios
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Homemade Tomato Soup and Fried Cheese on a Snowy Night or How's the Second Week of Advent Goin' for Ya?
The story goes that tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.... Actually, I don't know that story. If you do, tell me. I just can't remember when I didn't eat that comforting, homey classic Saturday noon meal. My kids grew up eating it, but mama's got a brand new bag.
This time around, I made the tomato soup myself. No sugar, sweetheart. Just a drop of honey to counteract the acid in the tomatoes. And...no grilled cheese sandwich. Not for me. Dave had one. Instead, I fried my cheese and gently topped my soup with it.
It was creamy, crunchy and fulfilled all those grilled cheesey longings while I skipped the bread on a cold, cold night with the snow flying across the piano window:
This time around, I made the tomato soup myself. No sugar, sweetheart. Just a drop of honey to counteract the acid in the tomatoes. And...no grilled cheese sandwich. Not for me. Dave had one. Instead, I fried my cheese and gently topped my soup with it.
It was creamy, crunchy and fulfilled all those grilled cheesey longings while I skipped the bread on a cold, cold night with the snow flying across the piano window:
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