Last night I made (from scratch) roasted tomato soup. It is without a doubt the most delicious delicacy in my cooking repertoire, the top tier of my metaphorical wedding cake of recipes (I honestly don't know what that means). No joke, you should come over to my house right now and try it. You will never go back to La Madeleine for tomato basil soup ever again.

To be perfectly honest, I'm not a gourmet chef. I do very little cooking without a recipe in front of me, but I truly enjoy cooking, and I think that is the first, and most important, step. I'd like to thank my lovely college roommate for instilling this new-found love of cooking in me. She's an awesome chef and introduced me to a plethora of new things (i.e. fried catfish), a gift for which to her I am forever indebted. Thanks dude.

So now, I cook. Mostly with my dad (yes, I live with my parents). It's amazing what being unemployed does for your creativity. He has an entire binder full of recipes, most of which we still haven't tried, and foodnetwork.com is our new favorite website (2nd only to Facebook and Blogger, of course). I'm trying to find a new recipe that inspires me as much as the tomato soup (seriously, it's fucking awesome), so if you have any suggestions, I'm open to them. Let me know.