steph's boyfriend was talking last night about making butternut squash soup, and i suggested that he add some peanut butter (my favorite) and then i found myself trying really hard not to just demand that he make a soup given the exact directions i would then describe to him. i tried really, really hard, and i was a very good girl. but then i couldn't handle it anymore and i wrote steph a (nice) email to pass along "just in case" he wanted to try a different recipe for squash soup. it got my heart all a-twitter that i don't think i'll be able to fully relax this weekend until i make a batch of my own. and then there's my new, gorgeous, full-of-primise cookbook that i just got in the mail that i'm staring longingly at right now, the bread baker's apprentice by peter reinart. i'm past the introduction and first chapter and haven't even let myself look at the recipes, because i know how i'm going to react after reading it.
to all of you who are getting out of dodge this weekend, who are enjoying the outdoors or planning a trip to somewhere pleasant: sucks to be you.
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