Tikkun Olam

The Kosher Cooking Carnival (KCC) #44, Pictorial Edition, is up and running at Leora's blog. This edition is replete with pictures, pictures, pictures (and also the thousand words to go with it.) Among others, I personally recommend (ahem) Yours Truly's post about meatballs and pusghetti, and also The Kosher Kook. I am also interested in Batya's ministrone soup ( but I want it to sparkle for me, too ) and might make it to break the fast next week... Happy eating! (Batya, hope you don't mind; I borrowed your picture...) *Copyright alert: No infringement of any text or graphic copyright is ever intended on this blog. If you own the copyright to any original image or document used for the creation of the graphics or information on this site, please contact the blog administrator with all pertinent info so that proper credit can be given. If you wish to have it removed from the site, just say the word; it shall be, ASAP.

I love soup. I've always loved soup. It is a staple in the kitchen of my mind's eye. Soup symbolizes for me, love, security, warmth and family. This is probably fairly universal, and soup is fairly old in the history of mankind: Soup dates back to the beginning of cooking, when people noticed fat and other nutrients falling off meat being roasted over an open fire, Segan says. Archaeologists have discovered vessels dating back to prehistoric times, capable of holding water, meat and fibrous root vegetables that would soften during boiling Whenever I'm feeling low, or needy, or missing my kids & lonely, I think of making homemade vegetable soup. Notice I didn't say 'I make homemade vegetable soup,' but I do think about it (remember, my hubby's the Chef). Like today. It's been a rough two weeks. . . which culminated in that election --and I'm feeling particularly miserable (I also am physically under the weather a little and have the chi...