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Back In The Saddle Again

It has been two weeks since my last post.  About food!  Egad!

Well, I'm back with a vengeance.  For now.

Yes, life is still busy and there are days that we aren't eating until eight o'clock at night, but I'm managing to make miracles in the kitchen.  My sourdough is going strong still and my loaves are getting prettier and prettier and tastier and tastier every day...or at least, every time I bake bread.



But, I've had two consecutive days of culinary awesomeness.  By awesomeness, I don't mean Food Network awesomeness, I just mean homemade-from-scratch, not restaurant, awesomeness.

Last night was a Nacho Cheese Taco bake that was an absolute hit with the kids.  Tacos in casserole form?  Heck yes.

Tonight, though, pulled pork sandwiches in the crockpot and Butternut Squash Soup.  The squash soup thing was kind of on a whim...and I just made it up!!

*Two squash, cut up and boiled about ten minutes (until fairly soft).  Then, pureed in food processor.
*Chicken broth, garlic salt, a block of cream cheese - heated and melted.  Pureed squash added and stirred in, along with thyme, pepper, and chili powder.
*Mixture heated through and then repureed.  This was my personal preference - I dig the creamy texture.

In the end, you get this:


And it was enjoyed by all.  Even the kids, whom I wondered about.  Welcome fall!

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