Deflate-gate, the unexpected and sudden loss of a beloved member of our food community and the snowpocalypse that wasn’t (at least in New York) – it’s not a stretch to say that it’s been a roller-coaster couple of weeks. I had planned to post this recipe much sooner in the month but sometimes life happens and well, here we are.
The Professor and I are in a little bit of a shock to find ourselves mid-November already; I’m not sure why, but when I was younger, I wanted nothing more than to grow up and become an adult. As an adult, I want time to stand still so I can catch my breath for just one New-York-minute. And I’m absolutely certain that if I were to take a poll asking if anyone else is having this same experience, I’d be looking at raised hands as far as my eyes can see . . . which really isn’t that far . . . but that’s a different story for another time.
The Professor has been in LA at a college-related workshop all week and while I’ve missed him, I also know he’s had a great time; so far, the group has visited the Dancing With Stars set to watch this week’s live performances as well as a trip to the DreamWorks studio. They weren’t allowed to take photos but that’s alright because the excitement in his voice as he relayed the details was all I needed to know it has been a fabulous experience.
Well friends, I am plum-tuckered, spent, zapped and officially feel as if I could sleep for the next two months; I’ve been traveling since September and I haven’t been home much these past several weeks. But I also have to say that I’ve never been more inspired, humbled and ready to tackle new projects than I am now . . . that is, after I sleep for the next two months . . .
Can you believe it’s September???? Does this surprise you as much as it does me???? And why am I using multiple question marks???? I have no idea. Other than I’m truly gobsmacked September is here and I’m not ready to let go of summer – can I just get an ‘amen?!’ It’s still hot and humid and because the Winter of 2013-14 was so. very. long., I’ve got a death-grip on summer and will not release her until Mother Nature pries summer from my slightly wrinkled, tightly-clenched fist, one finger at a time. Even then, I predict I’ll drag myself into fall kicking and screaming.
We’ve just come off of one of the best weekends we’ve enjoyed in a long time; it was one of those weekends where even though there were many items on my ‘to-do’ list, I was successful in setting it all aside and forced myself to just ‘be’. But it was hard.
We eat a fair amount of salads in our house and I’m always looking for ways to change them up, to make them more interesting than say, lettuce, tomato, radish and cucumbers. This Gluten-Free Couscous Salad with Ripe Olives and Roasted Vegetables is a great addition to have in your repitoire.
The month of May is National Celiac Awareness month.
And while I could rattle off the numbers of people who have Celiac or some form of wheat intolerance or allergy, I’m going to share some of our family’s story instead. Why? For me, it’s personal; it hits deeply and closely to home. I have celiac, and so does my sister, so it doesn’t get more personal than this.
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.
Seven months. Seven months of flannel sheets. It was the ‘winter-that-wouldn’t-die’ and for seven very long months, The Professor and I wrapped ourselves in those flannel sheets while dreaming of white sandy beaches where they serve sweet fruity drinks with umbrellas in tall, chilled glasses. But today . . . off with the flannel and on to the Egyptian Cotton, baby.
I’m always drawn to a great story – more so when there’s an underdog; I still cry when watching Rocky or Secretariat or any of the other tug-at-your-heart-strings kind of movies – even when I know how the story ends. I want the good guy to get the girl, I am a sucker for a great love story and want star-crossed lovers to find their happy ending; I want there to be peace and harmony in the world. Clearly, I am a sap – but it’s always about the story for me.