The temperatures had been cold--around zero, but a storm was moving in from the west and the temperatures were rising quickly, much faster than objects--such as my truck--could keep up with the warming. I was oblivious to what was going on outside the condo where I stayed, so when the rain started falling and hit those still-very-cold objects, ice formed on them.
The doctor's office was only a 15 minute drive from the condo, and I decided to leave at the appropriate time, after a restless night's sleep, or lack thereof.
My truck looked like a burgundy ice sculpture. I had to pry open the door. I hadn't gotten around to putting an ice scraper in the truck because I house it in a nice warm garage, so I had to scrape the windshield ice with a credit card. When the heater finally began putting out some heat and assisting ice removal, I rolled the driver's side window down halfway.
The glass had warmed enough to separate from the ice, but the ice remained. I rolled down the window a bit farther.
Finally, I broke out the ice and went on my careful way, in four wheel drive with studded tires.
A couple days later, caught up on sleep, one thing was on my mind: soup. And so it began...
Now, the title of this post,Soupçon, is meant to be a clever play on words, but because it means a "smidgeon" or "hint of" certainly doesn't describe what happened in Gullible's kitchen over the next few days.
|Lentil and Corned Beef soup|
|Lima Bean and Ham|
|Split Pea with Ham|
Not shown is the Chicken Veggie soup because either I didn't take pictures or I can't find them, take your pick.
Also not shown are Minestrone and Chicken Tortilla soup, because I still have plenty in my freezer. I should be set for the winter, regardless of the weather.
Why? Because this is the size of the pot I used to make these soups! Have I mentioned I used to own a restaurant?
Snow, cold, ice, and soup. A perfect olio. Anybody want some Lentil Soup?