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Homemade Alphabet Soup (Sopa de Fideo)

mexican comfort food soup called sopa de fideo

Let me first just say, in case you're under the extremely mistaken impression that I am a food snob, that I have absolutely no problem with canned soup (or canned anything, for that matter). I think it is delicious, and have deeply-entrenched food memories that emerge when I so much as smell some Campbell's chicken noodle.

That stuff is DELICIOUS.

But! I also recognize that it's...maybe not, I don't know, the healthiest thing in the world, what with the sodium and the vaguely questionable meat cube-things that floating around in there. And soup is one of those things that is so easy to make in big batches and then throw a bunch in the freezer to eat later, so:

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Orange-Cranberry & Cream Cheese Crackers

cream cheese and cranberry-orange compote on crackers

Trader Joe's is such a joy in my life. Putting aside the wine selection for a moment (but omg the wine selection), can we please talk about those samples? They are literally what give me the ability to wander through the aisles unaccompanied by the sounds of budding sibling rivalry in the form of simultaneous desire for the exact. same. banana.

The unfortunate thing about the fact that the samples must immediately be dispensed into tiny hands if we are to maintain any semblance of peace is that I rarely get a chance to try them. I guess I could pick up a third little sample plate for myself, but I become so excited by the fact that my children are paralyzed by the sight of herb-scented quinoa mounds placed atop teeny little crackers that I just start rocketing around the store in search of the aged gouda that is my other joy in life.

But the other day I went to Trader Joe's and made my customary stop at the counter to pick up samples for Indy and Goldie, and Goldie decided that she didn't like hers (and said decision, in toddler-speak, translates to I Will Throw This Dramatically Onto The Floor If You Do Not Remove It From My Hands RIGHT NOW). So, in the grand tradition of mothers everywhere, I ate my child's partially-masticated leftovers. (If you think this is the grossest thing I did all week, you would be very, very wrong.)

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Holiday Cocktail: The Paloma

Paloma cocktail with grapefruit juice and tequila

You know what's fun about Palomas (besides everything)? They're light and fruity - so you'd imagine they'd be a strictly-for-summer cocktail - but the deep pink color and snowy (or, to be specific, sugary-salty) rim and general fabulousness make them perfect for the holidays.

(MAN that sugar-salt rim is good. I've never tried doing this before, and for real: you have to give it a shot.)

Tequila hasn't really been my beverage of choice for...oh, maybe a decade now (due in large part to a couple of tequila-inclusive incidents during my college years that turned me off the stuff for awhile), but I've recently rediscovered it. Not the bottom-shelf swill that we used to drink straight from the bottle during our dorm room dance parties - ohhhh god, I get a headache just thinking about that - but rather the good (or at least pretty good) stuff. When it comes to tequila, it's always worth spending a little extra money, because bad tequila is a bad time. And good tequila? Whee.

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Easy Chocolate Hazelnut Crostata

In my family, "pie" means "apple pie." Especially on holidays: an apple pie (specifically my unscrewupable version, which was handed down from my mom) is just what's getting made. Except more pie is good pie, and so I always make a second pie that's...something else. Usually pumpkin, because pumpkin seems obvious. But this year, for our Friendsgiving, I wanted to make something a little more decadent and fancy-looking...except given my history with baking, I figured a test-run was in order so as not to leave our friends who braved holiday traffic sitting around our dinner table all pie-less because I effed something up.

Little confession: I didn't actually make this pie; my son (who - heart swell heart swell - has announced that the "wants to cook things" when he grows up) did. (Minus the actual reading-of-instructions part, because he is four.)

And CHECK IT OUT.

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The Ginger Shot

how to make a ginger, lemon and cayenne pepper shot for wellness

Blu Jam Cafe | Los Angeles, California

So apparently when I go to Los Angeles I turn into a completely different human being and actively seek out things like carrot-celery-cucumber juice. (The most annoying part? The damn juice tasted like heaven on toast, thereby very much not supporting my lifelong theory that healthy rabbitish food of the sort typically eaten by denizens of the Organic Coast tastes like sandpaper. Ugh.)

Francesca and I went to breakfast at the Blu Jam, in West Hollywood, because we were in need of blueberry pancakes...but then I (completely inexplicably) ordered that carrot-celery-cucumber juice. And so I figured what the hell, while I was at it I might as well get super weird and get The Ginger Shot, because I'm at the start of a cold and Francesca assured me that the shot would fix it.