…I seem to be utterly incapable of making a small pot of soup.
Maybe it’s because it’s so cold, and wet, and dark, and dreary.
Something about a bowl of soup with the last hurrah of summer in it seems to help me make the transition to fall with a bit more grace.
It’s the base to my juicer/steamer.
Seriously – herking huge.
A bigger problem?
I’m probably the only one in the house who will eat this soup.
It’s chock full of veggies.
Yeah. The boys won’t touch it with a 10-foot pole.
I’m thinking there’s going to be a LOT of soup in my future this week!