This is a shout-out to Soup’r Natural on York Road in Hereford. (And a thank you for the thank you from neighbors Glenn and Kelly!) I’m still thinking fond thoughts about a meal we had there over a week ago. When you consider that I can’t remember what I had for lunch today or even what I’m currently wearing, that’s really saying something.
I am a believer in home-cooking. Somewhere along the way, life got ridiculously complicated and my energy levels dropped and some nights the thought of cleaning up dinner just does me in. Pizza has its place and a juicy rotisserie chicken from Graul’s can often really do the trick, but there are nights when I just want someone to feed me food like I would make (or better!) and clean it all up. And after a long commute home, I don’t want to drive to Cockeysville or Shrewsbury to eat dinner.
One recent frazzled evening, John and I decided to use a gift certificate we had been given to Soup’r Natural. First off, it was so nice to drive just a couple of miles. Woo hoo! Next, the clean timber aroma of the restaurant naturally made us loghome dwellers feel right at home. And then the food just made us really happy.
John was quite content with his beef bourgignon. It was nice and manly for him. I ordered three specials of the day: tomato tart, spaghetti squash, and cranberry bread pudding. Since this is my blog and because I didn’t really pay attention to John’s food, I’m going to gush about what I ate. This will sound silly, but the tart was very cheesy and tomato-ey. It began with a really good tomato, seasoned with fresh herbs. I know they were fresh because the herb gardens, growing all my favorite herbs, are right outside the building. The spaghetti squash was served in the skin, topped on one half with very nutty pesto and on the other half with a marinara sauce. Piping hot and very tender, the squash flaked easily with the fork. And then the bread pudding…well, cranberries are just the thing to add pop to a typically heavy dessert. Yum, yum, yum…I love cranberries.
I think this meal resonated so deeply with me because when life gets stressful, we eat poorly. Restaurants do not typically help. My body wanted vegetables and the vegetables were the stars of my meal. (John, of course, wanted meat and meat was the star of his meal, too. ) So the food made my body happy and the ambiance made my soul happy. My wallet was pretty happy too.
A notice out front clued us in that we could have brought a bottle of wine and we saw other diners enjoying their wine with their meals. We’ll keep that in mind for next time. Troyers’ is just a stone’s throw away.