Is there any better smell on earth than sweating mirepoix? Those onions and carrots and celery all mixed up with butter and olive oil and letting out those legendary aromas. Oh my gosh. Heavenly. It just smells like good food is a coming.
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Mmmm! I can smell the aroma–in my mind’s eye/nose anyway! You’re a woman after my own heart! I LOVE making sauces, soups, stews, etc., etc., etc., from scratch–especially in the fall and winter! If mirepoix was the ONLY gift the French gave the world, it would be enough. Give me a wire whip and a sauce pan, and I’m a happy woman!!! (I’m intrigued by your “mirepoix” soup recipe–I’m gonn’a look that up next!)