As a kid my dad tried to institute a NYE ritual where we ate a dish from a different culture, or at least something new. I’m not sure how many years we actuallly did it, but I distinctly remember some sauerkraut that was wholeheartedly undervalued. I would eat it now dad, I swear. So, taking this idea very liberally I made a French dish of sorts. Ok, ok it’s not really that French but it was good. I’m no Julia Child, no marrow bones and liver for me. But nothing says happy new year like some steaming hot soup, right? After tasting this soup, (Ina’s provencal vegetable soup), at my friends house on this glorious night, I needed to make it, like I need more caramel corn in my life. Despite the fact that I didn’t have tomato paste, and my pistou tasted more like pesto, It was great. And who cares about tomato paste anyway? Half the recipes that call for it, ask for like a tablespoon or teaspoon and I just cannot bring myself to throw away any more food. On a whim I tossed in a handful of yellow split peas and added some chopped zucchini, using up whatever vegetables were in need of eating, satisfying my internal leftoverist desires. It doesn’t hurt that I served it with my new favorite bread of all time. I skipped the bleu cheese this time and they were just as good, maybe even better.
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