By the look of these photos our daughter has graduated to family cook now. She’s not great with a camera but the stove is another story.
When it’s particularly cold out we do what we do best. Make soup. And yes, the highlight of my entire day was the soup we made. It was a delicious 15 bean + ham + bacon cancer fest but it was soup nonetheless.
It’s been one of those weekends. I have drafted and started editing a post all about resolutions and New Years like six times but sickness has taken over our household and any free time we had. Whatever will we do with our holidays and weekends when all these illnesses have been cured? I can tell you what we we wont be doing. We wont be comforting our kids back to bed 5 times in two hours or waking up at 9:00 and 10:00 and 1:00 and 2:00 then at 5:00 for the day. They wont be spent enduring melt downs sparked by nose wiping or changing multiple snot stained shirts or taking overpowering camphor scented baths to clear out the sinuses. Or maybe they would. Kids do like to mix things up.
The soup would stay regardless.
I am always sad to say goodbye to the cloudy skies, the snow, and the sweaters but when the winter months end I am most remorseful over the soup. I’ll happily enjoy many, many months of chili, split pea, turkey, chicken noodle, and chicken taco soup even if it means dealing with a few feet of snow. Our beast of a gas guzzler can handle it anyway.