Soup!

So I successfully made an *excellent* French-style soup yesterday: boiled down carrots, potatoes, celery, zucchini, and onions, pureed them, thickened with flour, smoothed with butter, and spiced with salt, pepper, paprika, and hot sauce.

Of course, that pales in comparison to what I actually ate yesterday: Arricka and her friends at R.I.T. put on a giant Easter dinner: four lamb roasts, three hams, vats of rosemary and garlic mashed potatoes, corn drowned in butter, homemade pie and cake, and my contribution: enormous Italian loaves from the Rochester Public Market. Tonight we're having an after-party to finish off the last lamb roast (two entire hams also survived; they went home with somebody else).

In other news...
Is it too early to christen the Red Sox the 100th anniversary "Hitless Wonders" (stats)? In five of eight wins they've scored four runs or fewer, including four one-run wins. Or are they just the Washington Nationals of 2006, ready to collapse whenever their luck runs out? And was there a better time for Nixon to miss: we faced four straight lefties over the weekend! He'll be back in action this morning against a righty.

And best of luck to all the Marathoners stretching out and eating carbs in Hopkinton right now!