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Soup Days, Day Five: Better-For-You Ramen Noodle Soup with Vietnamese Flavors

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I really don’t know a lot of people who don’t have ramen stories.  Usually it’s during college, or bachelorhood (or bachelorette!), and centered around those little instant-fried squares at $3 for a dozen. I don’t mess with nostalgia, but I leave those versions of ramen on the shelf and in fond memories.

Others roll their eyes at those stories and then go into lengthy, dreamy detail about the “best ever” ramen shops in Tokyo, or Chicago or L.A where they had “the real deal” ramen.  And that’s great, too.  Authenticity, though, that’s another thing I don’t touch if I’ve never been to a place.  I’ll leave that version in Tokyo, where you can go find it and have your own story (and maybe me, too, someday).

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Soup Days, Day Four: Creamy Fennel Hazelnut Soup {Vegan!}

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I’ve never been great with labels.  There have been occasions when I have watched two friends of mine meet each other for the first time, and it’s odd to watch them putting all the pegs into the appropriate holes about each other.  Occupation, education, hobbies, diet… and depending on the availability of wine, politics.  And sometimes I’ll realize that sitting in on this getting-to-know-you small talk brings out something I didn’t know about a friend.  Like that they’re Hobby Paragliders, or Vegans, Ivy-League grads, Republicans.  Suddenly I see my friend as a new set of eyes would.

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Soup Days, Day Three: 3-Carrot Soup

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Everyone loves a pun.  You may roll your eyes, but you know it’s true.  Three-Carrot Soup was a title I just couldn’t resist.  It is, as you would guess, a recipe is for the carrot lover.  As J calls it, a “super beta-carotene see-in-the-dark soup”.  A riff on the Tuscan carrot top soup, it has the classic diced carrots and leafy carrot tops, but this version uses an extra layer: carrot juice.

One thing I love about this soup is that it is thrifty, in that it uses the carrot tops.  My Papou would be very proud (that’s Greek for grandfather, in case you didn’t watch Full House growing up).  He always made sure whatever came home from the market, made it to the dinner table.  Once, he was attacked and mugged on the street by two men who had followed him from the grocery store.  Afterwards he got up, loaded his dropped fruit into his bag, and picked up a package of Danish the attackers had dropped, and took it home for next morning’s breakfast.  My grandmother would tell that story and shake her head, and he would nod proudly and smile a little.

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Soup Days, Day Two: Lemongrass Coconut Noodle Soup

I’m writing this in my Zumba outfit.  I came home a little frayed at the edges owing to a new instructor that likes to interject a shrill “Whoooo, YEAH!!!” into her routine every few minutes that make you jump in alarm, and enjoys flustering you by dancing up to you at stranger-danger closeness and staring you in the eye as she gyrates.  I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry, but I’m pretty sure I made a couple muffled noises that were something in between.

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Steamy bowl of goodness

I am so happy to be snuggled up now with a big bowl of this soup.

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Soup Days, Day One: Roasted Pumpkin Soup with Brown Butter Maple Pepitas

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As I sat a couple mornings ago in a rented kitchen-less cabin overlooking an area I’ll call “Blustery Valley”, I thought a little about what I would be making for our lunch, had I the facilities to do so.  The answer quite simply would be soup.  Lots of it.  But without a stove in sight (and for a while, no coffee cups either), I had no choice but to dream up hypothetical bubbling vats of steamy goodness.

J & I were up for the holiday weekend to visit The Sis (my sister-in-law) and her husband (Guitar Man) in their new home of Viroqua, a pretty little town in the Driftless region of Wisconsin.  Abundant in charm and amazing produce and people… and also down parkas and hunters caps and mittens.

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