This past weekend was all about some much needed balance. My sister was in town from Maine and we did nothing but play, play, eat.
The first stop of the Napa tour (did I mention that’s my home town?) was at Bouchon, the fabulous bakery that makes you leave all of your troubles behind. We ordered at least six different kinds of pastry, sandwiches and drinks, all polished off with a final course of baguette. Truly indulgent indeed.
Me with my strawberry cheesecake croissant. Completely worth the calories!
My niece and sister working on the bread course. First solid food for the babe! Not a bad way to start out in life…
But while the pastries were just as good as they always are, the most impressive item was the Potato Leek Soup. Although it sounds so basic and everyday, this one felt different. It tasted light rather than rich, with more depth of flavor than I thought possible. The soup literally tasted like the earth: warm, substantial and deep. I know it’s weird to call soup deep, but that is precisely the word that comes to mind and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. Fairly confident the next few weeks will be filled with trial and error versions…
That’s all for now, dear friends. Hopefully, by the end of the weekend, I’ll have a deep soup recipe to share!
The Petite Aesthete