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Roasted Tomato and Wild Mushroom Bisque

So much good news to report! First, on November 4th, 2013, my life changed dramatically. I got a VitaMix. This one. Ten days later, I already don’t know how I ever survived without it. I’m bound to become obnoxious singing its praises; I apologize in advance. Second, the folks over at http://www.battr.com extended a very exciting invitation to share some of The Natural Ginger’s recipes on their new site.  Go check them out (and me too while you’re at it!). This soup is there, as are hundreds of beautiful, delicious looking recipes from the very best food bloggers around the net.  I want to eat everything I see. This soup! So good.  I had some tomatoes and, well, I just HAD to make something in the VitaMix (I think she needs a name). I feel like I’m in the infatuation stage of a new, exciting relationship. Every day still doesn’t feel like enough. First things first. Gather all your ingredients. 3 Vine Tomatoes, halved and cored 1/2 Onion, peeled and coarsely chopped 1/2 Cup Wild Mushrooms (Shiitake, Crimini, etc.) Coarsely Chopped 1 …

Pepperoni Pizza

It’s 4:08am in a New York City diner. Tick Tock Diner, if you were wondering. Only I could manage to turn a 4 hour train ride within the same time zone into a ‘red eye’. I’m meeting my wonderful little (and by little, I mean grown man that towers over me) cousin in a couple hours to enjoy an east coast weekend tour of NYC and Boston. What comes to mind when you think of New York? For me, it’s the food. (It’s always about food). Right now I’m lamenting the fact that I can’t go get a couple large pepperoni slices from some guy named Vinny that will tell me how gorgeous I look in my scrubby clothes and glasses at 4:08am. Side Note: This place is playing Billy Joel right now. If you haven’t hung out in a New York City diner, it is exactly what you picture. Stereotypes exist for a reason. I love it. As I was saying… Pizza. I made some last week and I think I finally came up …

Operation: Floating Floor

Where have I been? (I just assume you wonder.) Moving. Moving is the worst. When we took residence at our (now defunct) apartment in September it was supposed to be for years, not months. No sooner had the last shelf been hung, walls painted, and an awesome light dimmer installed (thanks, Dad!) we got the sad news… the building had been sold. In Boston, you never hear of a building being sold and everyone living happily ever after. We were no exception. I definitely won’t miss things like getting visqueened in to the apartment by the construction workers. Seriously. This happened. Ask my mom, she was there. But moving on – literally – it’s 3 days in to life at the new apartment I jumped in with both feet to a crazy project. There were only two negatives to the new apartment: weirdly short bedroom ceiling (glad I’m only 5’2″) and a bizarre floor. Apparently the style was quite a ‘thing’ back in it’s day, used in ballrooms and function halls to be very grand. …