Last week, that little rat Punxatawny Phil predicted we'd have an early spring. Now, I'm no Al Roker, but the lingering mound of snow outside my front door and the jagged frozen death-sicles hanging from my back deck tell me that winter is far from over (insert a Snooki "WAH!" here). And since frigid temperatures render me practically housebound on the weekends, I decided to welcome a few people into my cave as I hibernate for winter. I made three pots of soup, picked up some bakery bread and lit some scented candles. This mama bear knows how to par-tay.
Good bloggers take photos of food laid out real pretty with patterned cloth napkins and sexy natural light. I'm starting to get real lax with this kind of stuff, cause sometimes I just want to throw out mismatched bowls and a bucket of bread and be done with it. Taking photos of everything becomes a little tedious at times and definitely keeps me from living in the moment. Anyone else who blogs about food (or anything, really) ever feel this way? Bueller? Bueller?
These compound butters were darn impressive looking before we slathered them on crusty bread. If you have some softened butter laying around, you'd be wise to mix in the following combinations:
* brown sugar + crushed pecans
* fresh thyme + garlic + salt and pepper
* mixed herbs (You can use anything really, but I did dried basil, parsley, and oregano)
* cumin + chili powder +garlic (this one was surprisingly great)
And good friends know exactly what to bring as a hostess gift.