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.
2 comments:
Bon Apetit. My wife and I used to eat on the 1st cool front that reached us and celebrated with a large bowl of Tlalpeno soup. Chunked up chicken with rice and thick vegetables. Cheese strings up something awful but it tastes really good.
Nice! And yes, Happy Birthday Jarheads! We had a low of 23 last night...brrrrr...
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