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Sugar Dish Me Moved!!

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So… by some default of my own (because i am the complete opposite of techno-savvy), some of – actually A GOOD CHUNK of – my traffic keeps landing here at WordPress.com.

And I’ve made SOOOOOOOO many new things since those Whole Wheat Strawberry Muffins.

I moved Sugar Dish Me and it would make me so so happy if you’d make the jump with me (if you haven’t already).

To see allllll the new goodies CLICK THIS LINK!!!!

And when you get there you can subscribe at the right-hand side of the page.

Here is a quick look at a few of the things you’ve been missing (you can click the photos for the recipes)…






If you’re already following at the new site THANK YOU!!! I appreciate you so much! I really truly do.

And if you’re new here, I look forward to hearing from you!!

Until then…

~Heather

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Written by Heather @ Sugar Dish Me

November 12, 2012 at 1:53 pm

Creamy Balsamic Vinaigrette

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Mealtimes have felt EXTRA boring for about a week now… I’m in a rut. I mean, I think we all know I have breakfast down pat. Lunch is no problem… I just eat soup because no one else will and I LIKE IT. I have no problem at all feeling creative with desserts or snacks. Those things are always fun. It’s dinner that is reeeeeally gettin’ me down.

I’m bored with chicken.

I’m bored with the grill.

I’m bored with pasta. And rice. And potatoes.

All the vegetables at the grocery store looked super boring on Sunday morning, but I may have been temporarily blinded by the giant-sized Pumpkin Spice Latte that accompanied me around the produce section. Sidenote: there were NO BANANAS at the supermarket. Not even one. Is there a banana shortage that I am totally unaware of?

Even Pinterest has failed to provide me with inspiration. That’s bad, right?

creamy balsamic vinaigrette

So until I figure something out, I’m going to share something with you that is the opposite of boring: Creamy balsamic vinaigrette. And THIS (I just can’t stop looking at this… it never ever stops being funny).

Anyway… this dressing is completely awesome! I love it. It makes carrot sticks interesting. Broccoli likes to dance around in it. Mixed green salads wanna swim in this stuff. I might have soaked a bit of it up with a pinch or two of whole wheat bread. Annnd I may have drizzled a little over Chad’s sandwich at lunch to see if he’d notice. He did. It’s his new favorite thing. I’m thinking I’ll try it as a marinade as soon as I make friends with chicken again. It’s only a matter of time.

So I’m trying extra hard to drum up some creative dinner energy. And until I come up with a few new somethings, we’re gonna be eating this dressing on everything.

If you have any suggestions, I’m wide open!

Creamy Balsalmic Vinaigrette (from THIS recipe at My Life as a Mrs)

4 cloves garlic, very very finely chopped

3 tablespoons mayonnaise

2 tablespoons lemon juice

1 tablespoon spicy or dijon mustard

1 tablespoon sugar

2 teaspoons Morton’s Nature’s Seasoning

1 teaspoon salt

1/2 cup balsamic vinegar

3/4 cup olive oil (extra light is recommended)

Whisk together all of the ingredients EXCEPT the balsamic vinegar and olive oil. When they are well-combined, whisk in the balsamic vinegar and then gradually whisk in the olive oil.

balsamic vinaigrette

Written by Heather @ Sugar Dish Me

September 25, 2012 at 6:29 pm

Easy Basil Walnut Pesto

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easy pesto pasta

A Moral Dilemma.

And, no, it has nothing to do with pesto. I think basil pesto is pretty uncontroversial.

Anyway… if you drive, you’ve been on one side of this situation or the other… or both. You’ll be surprised to find that I’m actually not talking about the road rage that posesses my middle finger to have a mind of its own when people drive like snails in the left hand lane. I’m talking about parking lots. More specifically, knicking or dinging cars in parking lots.

Every car I’ve ever owned has been bumped or bonked or ever-so-slightly dented when left unattended in a parking lot. It’s a fact of driving life. I’ve never ever been one to drive in circles looking for rock star parking spaces. If I have to walk, I walk. If I have to run in the rain, then I run. I refuse to spend more time looking for a parking space than it would take me to actually walk to the entrance of wherever I’m headed. It annoys me to no end when I get stuck behind some lazy person that’s “waiting” for a space with their turn signal on while the rest of us helplessly pile up behind them, especially when I know they could have just nabbed the first available space and been halfway through their shopping list by the time they finally put their cars in park.

Sooooooooo RUDE.

People. If you are not handicapped or assisting the handicapped, just freaking walk. Okay?

I digress.

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The deal is, I just park my car straight IN BETWEEN THE LINES wherever I find a spot. Sometimes it’s next to the cart corral and I return to find a cart just hanging out on my front bumper. Sometimes it’s next to a sedan that clearly belongs to someone toting kids around and there’s a brand new scuff mark where their little people forgot to have spatial awareness (with {my} kids there is always that panicked warning before they open their car doors when you say, “WATCH!!! for the car over there… geez…”). I don’t guess I’ve ever owned a car nice enough to be one of those people (like my dad was) who parks reeeeeeeally far away from everything, like on the other side of the universe, so there is not a chance that anyone will ever park near your sweet sweet ride.

In all the time I’ve been driving, and with all the times my car has been binged by my parking lot neighbor, I’ve never had anyone leave me a note, or wait around to explain, or try to apologize. With regards to my personal property, I the motto is, “whoops! okay… moving on.” And I think that’s pretty standard, right? I mean, if you accidentally bump a car with your door in the parking lot of a shopping mall, are you actually gonna void out your whole day waiting for a stranger to come wandering out of Macy’s so you can properly explain that you’re the jackass that just scuffed the paint?

Who honestly does that? I wanna see a show of hands.

What’s the proper etiquette here?

Let me tell you what happened.

basil walnut pesto recipe

Chad and I made a quick grocery store run. It was dark and we were in our truck. The window tint on the truck is pretty dark, and with Chad driving and me fishing something out of my bag, I really wasn’t paying attention to where he parked, I just went to hop out. When I opened the truck door I heard a “thunk!” noise and realized that we’d parked our darkly tinted truck, in the dark, next to a very dark car— I had no idea it was there. I scootched out and walked towards the back of our vehicle where Chad was standing and he said, “You know you just hit that car, right?”

So I say, “Yeah, ummmm thanks for parking us ON TOP of that car…,” and we continued to poke fun at each other and hover while we decided what to do because I don’t think I’ve ever been the car-bumper. I’m always the car-bumpee. And then the worst thing ever happened…

The back door of the dinged car opened.

And out got this woman holding a teeny tiny baby.

I. Felt. So. Bad. So I blurted out,”I bumped your car!!! I’m so sorry!”

She said, “I know I felt something bump and saw you guys walk past…,” and her sentence just sort of dropped off as she walked toward the front of her vehicle to inspect the damage.

I had not yet inspected said damage and so I started to worry- what if I hit her car harder than I thought? Is this gonna be a really big deal? I feel so bad! This is so embarrassing! That baby is so tiny! I wonder if she’d let me hold it? STOP HEATHER. Just stop.

The woman turned with her tiny bundle and headed back our way and said, “It’s fine. It doesn’t look like much to me, but I work at the Toyota dealership, so I can just have one a the guys buff it out if it looks like more in the daylight.”

Meanwhile, I’m so embarrassed and profusely apologizing and asking her, “Are you sure? Is there anything we can do?”

She was so kind and so gracious… she just snuggled the tiny baby close, folded herself back into the comfort of the backseat, and told us to have a good night.

I really felt bad- nice girl, tiny baby, newer car- but what is the actual rule of thumb here? If she hadn’t been in the car to offer absolution and permiss our walking away, what were we supposed to do?

And if no one’s around to see what happened, what would you do?


I promised a recipe for this easy basil walnut pesto a week or so ago – the basil in my garden is still of epic proportions & I hope yours is, too! Because this stuff is gooooooood.

It’s also pretty comforting when you are completely mortified about playing bumper cars at the grocery store.

Easy Basil Walnut Pesto

2 cups packed fresh basil leaves

1/2 cup chopped walnuts

2 cloves garlic, very finely minced

1/2 cup grated parmesan or romano cheese

1/3 cup extra virgin olive oil (and more if needed)

In a food processor or blender, place the basil, walnuts, garlic, and cheese. Drizzle in the olive oil and pulse until the pesto is your desired consistency, adding more oil if necessary.

Before serving this pesto over pasta blending in a couple tablespoons of the hot pasta water can make it easier to work with.

Written by Heather @ Sugar Dish Me

September 23, 2012 at 9:59 pm

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Cheesy BBQ Veggie Sliders

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easy veggie burgers
This weekend was all about amusement.

Saturday night brought the demolition derby type of amusement, complete with mullet-sporting spectators, loud cars, lots of mud, and my 9-year-old thrilled to pieces over some car with the word “renegade” spray-painted on the side.

And then on Sunday there was this: rollercoaster!

Soooooooo many rollercoasters. I am a thrill-ride junkie. I love love LOVE a rollercoaster. It’s been a few years since we’ve made it over to Paramount’s Carowinds (which is, like everything else in the civilized world, about an hour from here) because it is usually pretty pricey, the heat is unbearable, and the lines are way too long. But! Our dear friend Pat, who is too adorable to even try to put into words, really wanted the boys to do something fun this summer – her treat. We waited until the summer was hanging on by a thread and picked yesterday to indulge in all things too fast, too high, and too much fun.

Armed with a 12-pack of Coca-Cola, a pile of peanut butter sandwiches, and a box of those chocolate Hostess cupcakes with the curly-cues across the top, we made our way to the amusement park, dead-set in our rain or shine mentality. It was a torrential downpour all the way up the road… I was beginning to fear I’d have to placate the children with a movie I couldn’t bear to sit through (to give you a good idea of what I mean, Evan thinks that Air Bud makes for quality viewing material). But when we pulled into the park the downpour turned to drizzle and eventually just… stopped.

As a result of our fearless drive through the hurricane-force sheets of rain, we were able to ride every rollercoaster in the park at least TWICE without waiting in one single line all day. That was a very sweet gamble.

So it’s been a few years since I’ve been on a rollercoaster, and though I am ever unafraid, I have to admit that the Intimidator rattled me. It was the first stop of the day because we just knew that bananas long lines would happen at any minute. Rather than work our way up to the tallest, fastest, longest coaster in the southeast, we just jumped in with both feet. Eyes wide open.

There are no shoulder harnesses.                                                      YIKES.

diced red onions

But ohhhh so worth the scary.

Chad, my little brother, and I spent a good chunk of the day convincing the children to get on rides they had dubbed “too high” or “too scary”. Evan quickly established that his comfort zone involves lap belts and hills, but absolutely no loops. He actually buried his face in his hands on his first go of the Goldrusher, a train ride I very affectionately remember riding with my parents when I was very super small. Five I think.

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Andrew totally resisted his status as son of a thrill-seeker until …he didn’t.  When he finally got it, he was all-in. You have never seen a kid more excited or more fueled by pure happy adrenaline than mine after his third trip round on the scariest rollercoaster I’ve ever ridden.

Heart-warmingly adorable.

chick peas, black beans, BBQ, sliders

The only thing we didn’t do yesterday is eat greasy amusement park food. We by-passed every steak ‘n’ hoagie, every single cheeseburger. We did not eat even one giant soft pretzel. There were no $7 Dippin Dots or $9 soft drinks in fancy souvenir cups. Halfway through the day we marched out to the parking lot, ate our picnic lunch, and marched right back in. That’s not to say I wasn’t totally enticed by the smells of Cinnabon wafting past, but I’m the mom that brings a purse full of candy to the movie theater. And I’m okay with that.

veggie-ful

I did, however, bring thoughts of fair-like food home with me. So I indulged today, but I healthed it up a pretty good bit.

These Cheesy BBQ Veggie Sliders are HANDS-DOWN the best veggie burgers I’ve ever had. What’s better is that they’re itty bitty, so you can have two.

Cleverly smashed into these lovely little sliders are chick peas, black beans, carrots, spinach, caramelized onions, cheese, and BBQ sauce. Ohhhhhh yeah.

Topping these with more cheese was an important decision. In my opinion, there is no such thing as too much cheese.

More veggies on top of the unreasonable amount of cheese.

veggie burger sliders

If they had sold these tiny veggie burgers at Carowinds, I might have been tempted to splurge. But I think I’m glad I waited to gorge myself on park-ish food today, in the comfort of my own home, where Chad is the only person that might point and laugh if I smear BBQ sauce on my face.

Cheesy BBQ Veggie Sliders (modified from THIS recipe at How Sweet It Is)

1/4 cup red onion, finely chopped

1 teaspoon olive oil

just a dab of butter

a pinch of kosher salt

15-16 ounces of cooked, drained, and rinsed garbanzo beans, black beans, or a combination of both (see note at the bottom)

1 medium carrot, grated

1/2 cup cooked greens — spinach or kale both work well, OR you can use thawed frozen spinach- just be sure to squeeze allll the water out

1/2 cup grated colby jack cheese (or whatever your preference)

2 tablespoons BBQ sauce (I used Sweet Baby Ray’s Sweet & Spicy)

1 teaspoon honey

1/4 teaspoon black pepper

1/2 teaspoon paprika

a dash of onion powder

3 tablespoons whole wheat flour

More cheese, lettuce, tomato, red onion, and BBQ sauce for topping the finished sliders

8 whole wheat dinner rolls

Place the red onion, olive oil, butter, and kosher salt in a small saute pan over medium heat. Caramelize the onion, stirring it around in the butter and oil occasionally. This should only take a few minutes.

Meanwhile, put the beans in a large bowl and start smashing them with the back of a fork. You could use a food processor to pulvarize the beans, but I like this rustic sort of texture, PLUS the chunks of beans seem to help the patties stay together. Add the grated carrots, greens, and cheese. When the onions are good and caramelly dump them in. Continue smashing everything together with the fork. Mix in the BBQ sauce, honey, pepper, paprika, and onion powder. Keep using the fork to combine all the ingredients evenly. Then mix in the flour.

Using about 3 heaping tablespoons at a time, form the mixture into 8 equal-sized patties. Refrigerate them for 30 minutes (this just makes them easier to handle- it’s not completely necessary).

Heat a large skillet on medium high. Coat with just a dab of oil or non-stick cooking spray and add the patties just a few at a time so you have room to flip them (they will be a little bit soft; I like to cook 3 at a time so that there is room for my spatula in the skillet). Cook them for about 3 minutes on each side – you’re just browning them and trying to heat them through.

Slice the whole wheat dinner rolls in half, burger-bun-style. Drizzle a little more BBQ sauce onto the bottom half of each mini bun, Place the cooked veggie sliders on top of the BBQ sauce. Then top them with cheese while they’re still HOT! so it will melt. Stach each slider with lettuce, tomato, and red onion slices, finishing with the top half of the bun. You can hold them together using frill picks if you’d like.

**Note: To make 8 regular sized burgers or 16 sliders, use 1 (15 ounce) can of garbanzo beans (chick peas) and 1 (15 ounce) can of black beans, and then double the rest of the ingredients. You could use all of one kind or the other, but the combination of the two beans was great for flavor AND color. If you aren’t doubling the recipe, you could certainly still use half of each can and save the rest of the beans for another dish OR you could do like I do (if you either plan ahead or have a bit of extra time) and soak & prepare dried beans — I just measure them by scooping them out of the big pot with my liquid measuring cup. All beans do need to be drained and rinsed, of course. Even those you cook yourself.**

veggie burgers

Written by Heather @ Sugar Dish Me

September 17, 2012 at 9:47 pm

Gratitude

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One year ago today I started Sugar Dish Me.

At least I think it was one year ago today. What had happened was… Sugar Dish actually started out on another host site. I hated it. So I managed to wrap my technologically challenged brain around migrating my material here. But when I got here, sugardish.com was not an available URL. Figures. In my opinion, naming a blog is completely difficult. Like naming a book before you write it. Or naming your car before you drive it. Or naming your puppy before it ever licks your face. But naming your blog is the very freaking first thing you’re asked to do. So I was sitting there in front of my dinosaur desktop computer (velociraptor to be exact, complete with a very annoying high-pitched, consistent whining noise and a tendency to sneak attack), the one that my children have long since sent up in a puff of Minecraft smoke, with all of my recipes and poor attempts at writing in total LIMBO, while I tried to rename my blog.

I am sooooo creative that I added “Me” onto the end of “Sugar Dish”, and whaddoyaknow, that URL was available! Probably because it sucks.

At the time I really wasn’t very worried about it because I honestly didn’t think very many people would be inclined to see what I have to say, or read what I have to write besides, you know, my mom and my sisters and the ever-faithful Shasta-Cola. But here I am one year later with 180-some loyal followers and more daily traffic than I ever expected.

I know that by “professional blog standards”, 180 readers might not be much. But MY 180 readers are AWESOME.

This post is to express my deepest gratitude to those of you that left thoughtful comments on crappy photos I took with my cell phone camera. Heartfelt thanks to all of you that read my rambling nonsense thrice weekly and decide not to judge me when I freak out at the grocery store. Hugs to those of you that did judge me and then kept it to yourselves. Because sometimes I’m a loose cannon.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to those of you that consistently visit and comment and interact and lend me your eyeballs day after day.

Thank you for giving me recipes.

And thanks for making mine.

I reeeeeally like it when your likes and comments are numbered in my notifications as soon as I log in to Facebook. If you would like to stay updated on goodies that don’t make it to my blog, or see photos of my tiny kitty with her head stuffed in my water glass, you can follow me on Instagram. It’s super fun. So if you follow me here and there, then thanks for that, too.

Thanks for tolerating my nonsensical blog name… because I’m already this far in. No going back now.

One year ago today I would not have ever guessed that I would make so many friends. Friends that send happy birthday wishes. Friends that sympathize when my kids have a bad day or get on my nerves. Friends that appreciate my neverending sarcasm and sour sort of humor. Friends that encourage and share and say just the most exactly right things. I love you all – I really, really do.

Written by Heather @ Sugar Dish Me

September 15, 2012 at 5:06 pm

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“Cake” Party

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icebox cake with sprinkles
Sooooo… this cake feels like an end of summer party.

I think it’s because of the sprinkles. And the freezing.

I actually made it way way way back in August for my brother-in-law’s birthday. My family is slightly obsessed with funfetti.

I was going to save this post for the weekend. Because this weekend we are aiming for a day filled with rollercoasters, parking lot peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, and $9 frozen lemonade. THAT feels like a reason to share this cake party more than any plain old Thursday I can think of (except Thanksgiving… which might be the best Thursday ever).

Today was supposed to be all about basil walnut pesto. But I was going through things today, making some changes on my page (P.S. you can follow on Instagram and Pinterest now… I managed to get the buttons to the right over there to work! I am admittedly the last blogger on earth to figure out how to make all that happen, and when I finally did it was because Chad knew which buttons to push. Techno-loser alert.) and I noticed that this past month, really this past week has been overrun by basil. It’s because I have too much! The basil is out of control!! But my basil is not your problem.

graham cracker cake

My executive decision was to share NOT more basil, but an obscene amount of sprinkles.

This week has been reeeeeeeeally long. Did it feel like it went on forever for you? Despite the amazing weather we’ve been having, I mean crazy gorgeous let’s-have-a-picnic-all-day-everyday weather, this week feels like it’s been one great big forever task. It was all full of trips to tax offices and lines at the DMV. This week was busy lunchtime errands, mailing packages at the post office, and annoying phone calls (though I may have made those calls from the sunshiney front porch with my feet up on the rail). All of this felt like more reasons for sprinkles to me.

sprinkles on whipped cream

All these sprinkles that are all over everything are part of something called an icebox cake. You know about those, right? Layers of pudding and graham crackers and sweet whippy cream are stacked together and frozen. The pudding softens the graham crackers and they take on a cakey kind of persona. It’s freezer science. I should mention that “icebox” is a totally retro romantic way to refer to your refrigerator.

Let’s make this a trend.

making icebox cake

The last icebox cake I made was chocolate, reminiscent of a chocolate eclair.

It was suuuper fancy and fantastic. I’ll share that with you one day.

But on this day, as I gear up for a weekend full of extreme amusement and maybe even another demolition derby, it is definitely all about the sprinkles. And pudding made out of cake batter.

frozen funfetti

Friday’s mission: put sprinkles on something.

Because there are no holidays on the horizon. Because this week went on for an eternity. Because even if you don’t feel like cooking pudding from scratch or making a Funfetti Icebox Cake, you deserve some kind of cake party. A colorful one at that.

final frosting

 

Cake Batter Pudding (from THIS recipe at How Sweet It Is)

1/3 cup cornstarch

1/4 cup granulated sugar

1/4 cup box yellow cake mix

a pinch of salt

3 cups cold WHOLE milk

1 tablespoon vanilla

**Note: I made this with 2% milk and the pudding layers in the finished icebox cake were too “freezy”. I wanted an ice-creamy texture and what I got was ice, which was kind of disappointing because this pudding straight out of the fridge was AWESOME. I wanted the frozen pudding to be needed a creamier, so I called for whole milk here. That is my preference for texture. BUT! The original recipe actually called for vanilla almond milk, so go with whatever strikes your pudding fancy. Just thought you should know.**

Make a large-ish double boiler. I used two medium-sized saucepans, the bottom pan filled 1/4 of the way up with water. Bring the water to a rolling simmer. In the top pan or heat-safe bowl whisk together the cornstarch, sugar, cake mix, salt, and milk. Mix until it’s combined and place it over the simmering water. Cook for 30-35 minutes until the pudding is thickened, stirring occasionally. Check to make sure your water doesn’t simmer away. When the pudding is ready it will coat the back of a spoon and drizzle ribbons (thanks for the tip, Jessica!). Let the pudding cool completely.

Refrigerate until you’re ready to use. **You can make this stuff ahead of time**

Funfetti Icebox Cake (also from How Sweet It Is, recipe linked above)

1 quart heavy cream, cold!

1/2 cup powdered sugar

1 teaspoon vanilla ** let’s pretend you don’t feel like making whipped cream from scratch… use Cool Whip in place of the heavy cream, powdered sugar, and vanilla listed here**

1 (14 ounce) box of graham crackers (I bought 2 boxes “just in case”; I needed a few extra grahams because I actually had enough pudding & whipped cream to make Two loaf-pan cakes)

3/4 cup sprinkles!!!!!

1 recipe cake batter pudding (above) OR 1 batch of prepared instant vanilla pudding (saves time! still awesome!)

Line a loaf pan with plastic wrap running in both directions and up over the sides. This will help you get your finished frozen cake on outta there.

Make whipped cream. Pour the heavy cream in a large bowl an beat on low using whisk attachments until stiff peaks form. Be patient. Add in the powdered sugar and vanilla, beating until they are just combined. Remove 1 1/2 cups of the whipped cream and put it in a smaller bowl. This will be for “frosting” your finished cake. Refrigerate both bowls until you’re ready to use them.

Using the large bowl of whipped cream, “frost” the bottom and sides of the prepared loaf pan. This layer should be about 1/2 an inch thick. Place graham crackers across the bottom of the pan; I had good luck breaking the grahams at the “seams” to fit. Spread more whipped cream over the top of the graham crackers. Cover with sprinkles. Then another layer of graham crackers. Then a layer of cake batter pudding. Keep layering all the way up to the top of the pan, making sure to spread and push the pudding and whipped cream down the open sides. End at the top with a layer of whipped cream. Pull the plastic wrap that’s hanging over the sides loosely across the top of the cake and freeze for 4-6 hours, or overnight.

Two hours before serving turn the cake out of the pan and onto a serving platter. Using the small bowl of whipped cream you set aside, “frost” the top and sides of the cake so you have a pretty finished product. COVER IT with sprinkles. Freeze for at least two hours, slice, and serve.

easy icebox cake

Written by Heather @ Sugar Dish Me

September 13, 2012 at 11:24 pm

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Roasted Tomato Basil Soup

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homemade tomato soup

Today felt like fall.

It was the very first morning that I could feel that teensy bit of crispness in the morning air. The sky was insanely, deeply, perfectly blue. And there was not a cloud in it. Still warm enough outside to wear a tank top and my old faithful Rainbow flip flops, but cool enough to wear my trusty worn blue jeans without sweat behind my knees. The humidity seems to have washed away with yesterday’s rain showers. The stifling, suffocating, muggy Carolina summer heat seems to have retreated, if only for a day or two.

This morning was super perfect. The little boys had a sleepover at Grammy’s which means that Chad and I had a day filled with sleeping later than usual, lazing around the kitchen table with extra mugs of coffee and a few good reads, a last minute decision to head out for a late breakfast, and then, taking that first step out the back door and realizing that this is the first day it smelled like fall. We took the rail buggy on a little morning adventure and I swear to you that the few fallen leaves scattering the two-lane winding road were actually SWIRLING behind us as we drove.

homemade tomato basil soup recipe

Breakfast brought us more coffee, crispy bacon that I didn’t have to cook OR clean up, and word search placemats that sparked the fiercest competition.

I lost. But I’m pretty sure Chad was cheating so that means I win by default, right? Right.

So really, other than me losing, but really winning, but actually losing (sort of), this morning was completely perfect. It made me want to take everything summery from my garden and smash it up into something cozy and fall-ish. Which made this the most perfect day to tell you about Roasted Tomato Basil Soup.

You see all those tomatoes in that photo up there? And the basil that’s gone completely and insanely out of control? We grew alla that.

homemade tomato basil soup recipe

I’ve made lots of things with our garden tomatoes, but until this lovely batch of roasty tomato happiness, I hadn’t made any soup. Why? Because no one else in this house will eat soup. Because they are all crazy.

roasted tomatoes

I made this soup just for me. Which made it that much more satisfying. I ate it for lunch every day this week.

roasted tomato soup

I ate this soup with homemade croutons. I ate it with extra chopped basil. I ate it with toasty slices of baguette. I had more soup with cheese and then another bowl with a grilled cheese. I had the last bowl with a big green salad on the side. I didn’t share. It was awesome.

Make this soup. It’s summery and satisfying with a hint of fall harvest season to come. Get ready for lots of perfect mornings.

Roasted Tomato Basil Soup (based on THIS recipe from Two Peas and Their Pod)

Ingredients

**To Roast the Tomatoes**

-about 2 1/2 pounds of roma tomatoes, quartered (any meaty, roast-worthy garden tomato would do)

-2 tablespoons olive oil

-kosher salt to taste

**To Make the Soup**

2 tablespoons olive oil

1 medium onion, diced

4 cloves of garlic, finely chopped

1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes

1 cup freshly chopped basil

1 (15 ounce) can diced tomatoes

4 cups chicken or vegetable broth

the tomatoes you roasted

salt & pepper to taste

To Roast the Tomatoes

Pre-heat the oven to 400. Line a rimmed baking sheet or 9 X 13 pan with foil. Spread the quartered tomatoes across the foil in a single layer, drizzle with the olive oil, and toss them around a bit to coat. Spread them back out evenly in the pan and sprinkle with the kosher salt. **Note: Go easy on the salt here. You can add more salt to the finished soup if you need to** Roast the tomatoes in the oven for about 45 minutes. Remove the pan from the oven and set the tomatoes aside.

To Make the Soup

In a large stock pot  heat the olive oil. Add the onion, and keeping the stove at about medium-high, cook them until they are tender (2-3 minutes should do). Stir in the garlic and crushed red pepper flakes. Cook for about another minute or two. Add the canned tomatoes, fresh basil, and broth. Stir in the roasted tomatoes. Bring the soup to a low boil and then reduce the heat to medium low and continue cooking for about 30 minutes, stirring occasionally.

Pour the cooked soup into a blender or use an immersion (stick) blender to pulse the soup to your desired consistency.

Garnish with more fresh basil, cheesy croutons, a crusty loaf of bread, or a sprinkle of shredded cheese.

soup and bread

Written by Heather @ Sugar Dish Me

September 9, 2012 at 9:29 pm

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