
I was about halfway through writing about mushroom-barley soup when it hit me: I am so, so ready for spring produce. Suddenly the thought another brown meal seemed so unappealing. All I could think about is how excited I am to have peppery greens from my garden, fresh herbs at my fingertips, asparagus, and peas.
But it’s not even March yet. My garden is covered in a sad heap of snow, it’s still frigidly cold, and I’m at the point where I just can’t eat another root vegetable and I’m so over stew.
Even though we’ve got a long way to go, I want to forget the sad reality that is late winter eating (at least for a night) and flash forward to vibrant spring flavors. We’ll improvise with a bag of frozen peas and transform them into a beautiful green pea risotto. We’ll jazz it up with fresh tarragon and top it with a few lemony sautéed shrimp. It’ll be light, playful, fresh. Hopeful, even. I think we’re all ready for that.
I’m struggling to come up with something to write about this soup. What can I say about its warming, comfort food qualities that I haven’t said about most of the dishes I’ve shared here in the past 6 months?
What started with a simple cheese plate has led to so much more.
I don’t want to brag and I don’t like throwing the word “perfect” around too much, especially when I’m talking about my own work, so let’s just call these Sarah’s “really, really good” roasted potatoes.
If you’ve ever found yourself at a party, standing over the buffet, shoveling bacon-wrapped dates into your mouth as quickly as you can instead of, you know, being social and whatnot, this recipe is for you. Well, you and me. Seriously, who cares about meeting and greeting when there’s something as good as porky dates to be had?