I made carrot and coriander soup tonight. Except right as I was finishing up I realized that I didn’t have coriander which, considering the nature of the proposed soup, was not a good thing. So I made a mad dash around the apartment complex asking after coriander and spent far too much time explaining what coriander actually was before giving up on this sorry bunch of American Little- Ceasars eating scallywags.
The soup was delish, but not as good as my mother’s. Which is usually how the story goes.