Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Thursday, March 3, 2022

And Then There Was Soup

 I make soup. Often. Today is dreary and chilly, not anywhere close to the cold we've had all winter, but instead that feel it in your bones damp chill. A bowl of warming soup seemed in order and filled the bill. A slice of homemade baguette didn't hurt.


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