Hey, did you know it's tomato season? This dude came from my mom's garden. If all goes as planned, this time next year I'll be harvesting hella tomatoes from my own backyard plot, keep your fingers crossed.
I've been way lazy (well, busy) lately and I haven't had much to say about food. It's summer, I've been eating a lot of salad, a lot of burritos, and not much else. I even thought about calling it quits on this thing officially, or starting a new blog with more of a photo focus and less recipes, but I'm too flaky to do anything official on the internet. Call it a small break, call it what you want. I don't want to jinx anything, but as far as I know, in a few short weeks, you might be seeing photos from a whole new kitchen. The other day, during a short spell of cool grey days, I hunkered down in my favorite sweater, sipping chamomile and daydreaming about what I've come to lovingly refer to as "soup season." I want THIS really bad, and this. And holy crap, this.
Just look under the 'soups' tag, actually- god, I love soup. I love huge bubbling pots of stock, I love being able to smell the fragrant broth from outside, I love leftovers for lunch, I love taking a travel mug of hot soup to the park on a cold day. Winter in Portland is just so beautiful, as much as I love summer, I can't help but pine for scarves, adorable jackets, and mugs full of hot stuff.
But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Today was gorgeous, and I spent the day park-hopping with my son, listening to the breeze ruffle through the trees. I ate nothing exciting, though. I guess comfort foods are my forte. I'll still be around, don't worry.