Oh, cabbage rolls. I've never actually made them myself, but I've eaten them at just about every big meal we had on my mom's side of the family. Christmases, Easters, Thanksgivings... they always seemed to be on the table. Usually, they were the cabbage and rice kind, smothered in tomato soup. But occasionally we'd have... Continue Reading →
I love when the weather starts to warm up. The snow finally goes away, and the grass, trees and flowers all look so nice. Of course, eventually I'll have to deal with bugs and sunburns -- both of which I seem to experience plenty of in the summer. But I'm trying not to think about... Continue Reading →
I've always found it odd that taste - in particular, taste in relation to food - can change so much over time. I wasn't a fan of tomato soup as a kid. I would eat it, but I'd much rather have a different kind. Something creamier, like Cream of Broccoli or Cream of Mushroom. Or,... Continue Reading →
I loved Cream of Potato Soup when I was a kid, and yet I hardly ever got to have it. I'm not really sure why. But now, with the number of restaurants that offer it, it's something that I can get fairly easily. And yet, nothing beats having a bowl of potato soup that was... Continue Reading →
I need to be in just the right mood to want to eat soup. But, oddly enough, I really enjoy making it from scratch. This works out well for me, because I can take the time to make the soup, eat maybe a bowl of it, then freeze the rest in portions for a quick... Continue Reading →
Miranda Burski 