And now I dream of soup. Clearly I have my priorities straight.
This onion soup is so worth busting out the breath mints. It’s blanketed in bubbly cheese and crusty bread and filled to the brim with magical caramelized onions. It tastes like winning the lottery, only creamier.
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But if you’re here to talk about the copious amounts of coffee and soup and coffee that bring us through the night, then you’re in the right place. Mmm. Soup. And coffee.
Let’s begin, shall we? Roll up thy sleeves and channel Julia Child. (Congrats. You are now six feet tall and can walk on water. )
Golden, caramelized onions. Worth their weight in actual gold.
It’s amazing what a little broth and a lot of time can do to a soup. Just an hour of letting the ingredients simmer and mingle creates a world of fairy dust in our bowls.
Muster all the strength you possibly can to not eat the soup straight out of the pot… like I did. Oops.
But we have to save a little room for the cheese blizzard!
I do enjoy cheese.
I don’t know how many slices of this I ate. I stopped counting after three.
There’s something to be said for a cake that counts as a vegetable. I always knew cake was the base of the nutritional pyramid, and living the dream is admittedly sweet. Perfectly sweet, actually, with a hint of cinnamon.
I hope you had a lovely spring break, or at least took a well-deserved pace slowing to smell the roses of this beautiful season. I took the opportunity to laugh with friends, dirty a lot of dishes in the kitchen, spend lazy afternoons on the terrace with my yoga mat and fruits (or veggies) of my kitchen labor.
But it’s good to be back in a routine. The end of a break is bittersweet, much like the chocolate I didn’t give up for Lent. Oops. *conspicuously steps away and distracts friends with cake*
Shred the carrots in your Magimix, who has at this point become a full-fledged member of your family.
Set aside some of the batter, as it’s going to be the secret ingredient on our frosting. Fold the carrots into the rest of your batter.
Feel free to add walnuts for texture and authenticity, but I’m just not a nutty gal. More taste testing and spoon licking occurred on my part than I would care to admit.
Bake the cake for one of the longest thirty minute intervals of your life. I’m sorry about that. Allow me to offer Netflix and a promise of cake to pass the time.
Get lost in the universe of Mad Men and have this beauty greet you at the end of the tunnel/episode.
Make sure to effectively get frosting everywhere while attempting action shots.
I would have been more annoyed by having to clean everything up if this cake didn’t taste so darn good.