We are straddling seasons—one toe in winter, both hands white knuckled grasping tenaciously and struggling feverishly to hang on to any shred of a memory of summer. Or is that just me? So here’s a soup that bridges the seasonal gap. I live by turning lemons into lemonade—but not literally. I don’t drink sweetened drinks. But…
Roasted Red Pepper Soup with Brussels Sprout Chips
Do you have many secrets? I can only keep a secret for a few minutes, and if I do manage to keep one for longer, it’s because I forgot it. That happens occasionally. My advice to anyone who really, really wants a secret kept: Don’t tell it to anyone. If you happen to bump into OZ,…