It's a Soup Kind Of Day
The snow is falling, fat and heavy. The drafty windows give the air a chill, despite what the thermostat reads (70.5 my ass). So, we’re having soup for lunch. Unfortunately, Carma isn’t a fan of soups, stews, chowders, or casseroles, if there’s too much going on in it, so I have to whip up something else for her. And Harley is the pickiest eater I have ever met. So, just the...