FOOD/RECIPES

Finally! Snow!

Time for soup

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“Why did this idiot say ‘finally’?”

You might be thinking this and I get it, so allow me to clarify. I live in the Chicago area where growing up, our winters were frequently legendary.

Now, due to global warming, which is a thing no matter what you’d prefer to believe, the past few winters here have been meh. Temperatures hovering in the forties and fifties and damp, with a pervasive grayness that brings Chornobyl to mind.

It’s not that I like driving in snow, or risking a broken neck walking on a driveway covered in “black ice,” but, as I gaze out our deck doors at the fat, white, flakes drifting down from the heavens, I’m oddly comforted. And, these days, I’ll take that anyway I can get it. It feels right, you know? Until we have to pay the guys who mow our lawn to plow the snow for us. Then it won’t feel so great.

I’m pretty strong and can wield a big, friggin’ shovel but even I won’t risk a cardiac “event” as our corner lot is a large one.

Briefly, I thought about driving the short distance to our local Jewel-Osco to pick up something for my husband’s dinner, but thankfully, he’s down with a tuna fish sandwich and a cup of the soup I made last night, so I’m staying put.