1...2...3...CHEESE!

While stopping for gas on our way for crabs, Dewee and I hopped out of the car to hit up a produce stand while the boys got gas at the Citron. I love fresh produce. Especially since I've spilt a CSA with my step mom and a few coworkers I've been challenged to create different dishes to use all of our crops each week.

It's really encouraged me to consider becoming a vegetarian. I feel better after I eat a meal 1. that's lighter and/or 2. that's fresh. For a second, I even considered becoming a vegan. True vegans who really care about the food they eat are fit people. They take care of themselves and their surroundings (not all vegans- my sister tried this in college and she just ate french fries for a month..not the same imho.) Although some dishes are strange (tofu), they eat some really interesting and unique things. They really have to be conscious of what they're putting into their bodies and they seem to really enjoy what they eat. How bad/hard could it be?

But then I thought about it...I have a love affair with french onion soup. I can smell it now, as a matter of fact. I love everything about it. The scorching heat of the crock when it comes out, the slightly burnt rim of cheese stuck the sides of the dish...the stale french bread sopping up all the medium brown broth with mounds and mounds of onions...ahhhhhh, soup.

It's a ritual- when Todd and I go out to eat and it's on the menu- we order. He gets really excited and eats all the cheese first and then gawks at me for the next twenty minuets while I dissect my bowl. I like to push the cheese aside and eat all of the onions and broth and bread first...and save the GIANT heap of melted cheese for the end. At some places (Cavanaugh's on 39th) the cheese chunk is so big that it almost gets stuck in my throat. I have to slice that one up in a few pieces to get through it.

I bought trader joe's frozen FO soup...it's what's for dinner.