Short days, snow flurries, and barren trees call for soup and sweaters. At the local farm stand, cauliflowers, carrots, and tomatoes burst with color. I wonder if the cold snap deepens the purple of eggplants and brightens the squash. Between the chill and the hues, soup becomes my go-to dinner. Thick, hearty bowls paired with… Continue reading Soup and Sweata Weatha
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