Happy Birthday, Marines.
I think we got our first frost this morning. A light frost to be sure, but a frost nonetheless.
I made the first gumbo of the season yesterday, not so much that it was cold, but because it was the second weekend in November and I was ready for gumbo. I never know how ay people I am going to feed for Sunday lunch, and I do not advertise my menu. Many times I don't know what I am cooking until I start cooking. Still, people show up. I fed 13 yesterday.
Today, Belle wants something warming, so I think I'll cook a potato soup for lunch. With diced tasso and lots of cheese.
If you'll excuse me, I'm off to the grocers.
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