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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The Sweetness of Memories – Thanks Sweet Potatoes
This Thanksgiving, I was assigned sweet potato duty — candied, baked, pies… you name it, I’m your girl. And somewhere between the mixing, stirring, double-checking the spices, and prepping and freezing everything, I found myself thinking back to past Thanksgiving kitchens. And if I’m honest, those kitchens were never quiet. They were loud.Lively.Full of people talking over one another. Doggies underfoot hoping to catch anything that falls. Folks running from the kitchen to the living room to see if their team scored a touchdown. Someone always asking where the nutmeg went. And everybody insisting their dish was the one the holiday couldn’t survive without. Those kitchens were crowded, warm, and…
