When I was growing up, my family always called the evening meal “dinner.” If “supper” was used, it was interchangeable with “dinner.” Husband grew up calling the evening meal “supper.” “Dinner” for him could denote a special large meal, but either of the noontime or evening variety. There were a few times early in our… Continue reading A tale of two suppers
In the face of our third snow storm this month (hello, Iowa spring!), I decided what I needed was soup. I’ve got kind of a thing for soup, and I like trying new recipes. Last night I made this carrot-ginger soup (with some variations for what I had on hand). I also tried something else… Continue reading Carrot soup and Italian dumplings
One thing I like about King Arthur Flour is that they get that so much about food and baking is nostalgic. Frequently in The Baker’s Companion, they talk about the history of certain baked goods, especially going on about special treats of a New England childhood. As an Iowa girl, I don’t necessarily wax nostalgic… Continue reading Pillowy pizza
I don’t get hangry, necessarily, but when I’m hungry for more than a few minutes, my mind gets a little… fixed. I have been known to break out into spontaneous song about how much I want food. In this determined state of mind, almost anything will do, but if I have a weakness (aside from… Continue reading The soup
