Soup S.O.S.

I have been feeling under the weather for the past five days.  Everything came to a head yesterday morning.  After the alarm went off I wasn’t feeling so hot.  Today was slightly better and spent most of it sleeping.  My appetite has come back but my tastebuds are not quite to par.  I needed soup but I didn’t have any meats thawed about.  What to do…?  What to do?  I pondered.

I remember before feeling sick that Denise from Quickies on the Dinner Table had conjured up a wonderful chilled minted cucumber yoghurt soup.  YES!!!  This should be the remedy.  I actually had everything except for the mint, much to my chagrin.  Instead, I substituted for the ubiquitous dill.  Now I love dill as much as the next gal, but I also didn’t want a-typical flavours.  I wanted that mint with its refreshingness.  What’s a girl to do?

Cucumber and Dill and Lemon.

Into the food processor my pretties. Buwahahahahahahah!

Lovely chilled soup with extra dollop of yoghurt.

Ok Mr. Dill, you win this time.  You were a lovely, spot-on substitute.  But next time, next time I call on Ms. Mint because she’s so saucy.  Wonderful, wonderful soup.  No word of a lie, I could barely taste before but now I can taste the garlic, the dill, the cucumber… *sigh*.  Thanks for your help on this Denise, not only am I feeling better but I can taste again!!! *mua*

P.S.: Reading/replying/commenting will resume later this week, possibly on the weekend.  Going back to bed now.  Night night.

Getting down to business…

The year is two-thousand-ten.  It is my fourth month of blogging under the incarnation of Defunkt Gourmet.  The love is in and I am humbled, extremely grateful, and surprised.

The Circle of Friends Award

Cyber love from Laura @ SoCal Sustenance

The Circle of Friends award is given for the connections and friendships you make through the blog world. This lovely award was passed on to me from Laura at SoCal Sustenance *gulp* on MARCH 22, 2010.  OOPS!!!!!   Obviously, this mixed bizness (intentional misspell – Beck reference) hasn’t been dealt with in a timely manner.  She currently lives in California and understands the love of cold weather while trying to adapt to West Coast living.  We’re both in the same boat where our day job has taken over our out-of-office lives.  Her posts are always informative, well-written, and captured with photography that telepathically tells you that what you’re about to make will be fantastical but most of all, delicious.

I actually don’t know what the rules are!  I gather that…

1. Copy and paste the award on your blog.
2. List who gave the award to you and use a link to his/her blog (or hyperlink).
3. Pass the award on to other bloggers and visit their blog to let them know about the award.

The Unhealthy Vegetarian

Thawed spinach in a bowl.

Apparently, when I was a toddler/child, I loved eating vegetables.  I had no problem eating my peas and carrots.  In fact, I loved them.  Then, one day that love vanished from memory when I saw one of my cousins refusing the vegetables on her plate.  I can only imagine that I probably saw my plate of veggies and thought: “I don’t like these either!  Hmph!”  while I crossed my arms and pouted in that cute toddler/child kind of way.

I was young and dumb and, obviously, highly impressionable.  Could you imagine me doing that at a restaurant today?  ”Vegetables?  Blech!!  Take these away!”  I toss the plate over which falls onto the dress of the woman who is dining at the table to our left.  In rage, she grabs her wine glass to throw in my face only to be blocked by the on-coming waiter who has a gazpacho that falls onto someone else.  The hilarity and shenanigans would be great.  Alas I wouldn’t have that cute toddler/child charm to get me out of trouble.  But really, the vegetables are the victims in this story.

Now that I’m older, my palate has silently reminded me that vegetables are good and tasty!  No longer easily swayed, we’re now BFFs’.

Tarte au Citron

"One of these things just doesn't belong..."

I don’t know what’s up with me, but lately I’ve been wanting to express myself in French.  Sometimes, things just make more sense in French or maybe it’s just that it sounds better?  My once-mad skillz aren’t all that excellent enough to write fluently anymore.  And when I’ve been calling La Belle Province, they pick up right away that I’m Anglophone and they switch on to Language: Anglais.

Sigh.

Cher Liberté

Cher Liberté,

You had me at 10% Milk Fat.

xoxo.

Le meilleur yaourt produit en Canada.  [Translation: The best Canadian-made yoghurt.]

***UPDATE April 20, 2010***

I have finally met my yogurt match.  10% M.F. is too much! for a yoghurt-holic like myself.  I concede defeat to one of the greatest food foes ever.  I salute you Liberté 10% M.F. natural yoghurt.  I salute you.