I will always hold a special place in my heart for The Big Potluck – it was the very first ‘conference’ I attended after launching Smith Bites; it was also the first time I’d traveled sans The Professor since we had married. I was nervous about actually meeting people who I’d only conversed with online – and I’m terribly directionally-impaired when it comes to finding my way – anywhere. Turns out I didn’t need to worry at all.
This is one of the down and dirty, quick and easy recipes. While most of the cooking and baking we do here on the Smith Bites homestead is from scratch, there are times – like now when I have several deadlines looming over the next two weeks – we still want to eat well yet have something ready in less than 30 mintues. And this soup is one of those recipes.
I, for one, am counting the days until The Professor and I can sit outside on our porch, sip some wine and enjoy dinner al fresco; and if it’s not too much to ask, I’d also like to break out my flip-flops – heck, I might even get all crazy and grab a brand new pair when the temperature hits the 65 degree mark.
So these little bites came about because The Professor and I both really enjoy Indian food – and we don’t make it at home – although I’m not sure why. I think it’s probably more a mindset than execution – and we don’t have any cookbooks covering this particular cuisine. But it’s a lovely marriage when curry, garam masala and chili peppers meld together with the tang and creaminess of yogurt and . . . well, just typing the words and I’m like Pavlov’s dog.
The alarm sounds off at 5:30am most mornings and by late September (that would be now), it’s still dark, the sun hidden – yet the moon begins to disappear. The Professor stirs first, removes his long body from the bed, hits the alarm and returns for a few minutes while I try to figure out if it’s Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday I’m facing. Arms circle my shoulders for a hug, a rub of my back and then, ‘I’m heading to the shower.’ The bed creaks again, bedroom door opens and closes gently . . . and a new day has begun.
The Professor and I have been on the road quite a bit this summer; in fact, we’ve been on the move since March and still have a few more shoots to complete before the year is finished. It’s been a wild spring and summer but we just wouldn’t have it any other way.
The Professor and I have done our fair share of entertaining; we don’t as much anymore as our family has aged, college life has spread us about and schedules seem to be busier than ever. And even though there aren’t as many people sitting at our table as often, a couple of rules remain the same: whatever we serve at a party, needs to feed a crowd and the recipe needs to be make-ahead so we have time to enjoy our guests.
When The Professor and I received an invite to become a ‘Sabra Tastemaker’ I wasn’t quite sure what being a Tastemaker entailed. We were already buying Sabra hummus on a regular basis and in fact, The Professor takes a scoop with some fresh veggies to campus for lunch nearly every day of the week. We’ve also made our own hummus at home using canned chickpeas, tahini, a bit of garlic and a squeeze of lemon – but are The Professor and I ‘tastemaker’ material?