Published by admin on Thu, 01/25/2024 - 12:56pm
In all my grumbling and complaining about unseasonable weather (which is anything under 50 degrees), I decided to count at least one blessing every day.
The first thing that came to mind was, “It’s soup time.” Every day, it’s soup time! What’s better than a big bowl of homemade soup? (It has to be homemade so you can smell it simmering all day.)
There’s not much aroma in opening a can of tomato soup and warming it up. Now, when I fixed a pot of tomato roasted garlic soup, that aroma warmed the house from mid-morning ‘til eatin’ time.