Some days just call for soup.Not the kind that takes all afternoon or requires a handwritten recipe card — just the kind that comes together because it needs to.In winter, comfort soup has a way of warming more than just your stomach. Today was one of those days. I made what I call cheater soup. And honestly, for some people, this is the only kind of soup they know how to make — and that’s perfectly fine. I roasted a few chicken thighs.Poured in low-sodium, store-bought organic broth.Used up every vegetable sitting in my crisper drawer — including the ones that were starting to look at me like its now…
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In The Blink Of An Eye
By the skin of my teeth, I missed getting caught in a blizzard this morning. It started as a quiet winter day, and then—in the blink of an eye—everything changed. When I got to work, the skies were clear—or at least I think they were. I didn’t look up. It was Midwest windy, the kind that makes it hard to open your door and then slams it shut behind you. Nothing that suggested what was about to happen. No sooner than I could remove my coat, the temperature dropped, fog appeared, and everything changed. I watched from my window as it went from a few flakes to blinding white, no…
