Hot soup for a cold October day.
Last night's dinner was ratatouille from the last garden vegetables we salvaged before frost.
I used Julia Child's recipe, where you cook the peppers and onions and then the tomatoes and garlic slowly, then layer them with zucchini and eggplant that have already been sauteed, sprinkle each layer with fresh parsley, and cook it down at low heat until it melts together.
R was very excited, because she loves the movie with the little rat. Then she was devastated when she saw me making it. "Ratatouille doesn't have vegetables in it! It's SAUSAGES!" She did eat some in the end. One of the sweetest scenes in any movie, when the jaded restaurant critic takes a bite of his ratatouille and it transports him back in time to the little boy in short pants in his French village, sitting at his mother's table. Not as magical at our table. But it was good, and authentic, because it's actually not supposed to have sausages.
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