Today for lunch, we had tomato soup with a grilled cheese sandwich. Mother would have been proud.
Mother, however, would not have recognized our version of what she used to call "Comfort Food." Our version included tomato jalapeno bisque soup and four cheeses (American, Pamisian, Romano, and Asiago) grilled with olive oil butter on whole wheat pesto bread.
Yumm!
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Saturday, December 11, 2010
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Yum, indeed. She might not recognize the specific recipe, but she would identify with the basic emotion, for sure. Comfort food.
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