soup

It's ridiculously cold outside (for somewhere the latitude of Southern Florida, that is), and the wind's been howling, so it's a very nice day for The Soup, which has potatoes, carrots, chicken, apples, rice, onion, salt and pepper in it. I make a huge pot and we eat it for a week. This is my comfort soup, and I don't think that I could live without it. 

The only thing I hate is when at 4:30 PM, my mother says, "Why don't you make some soup for dinner?" and tells me that she's sure I can do something to make it stew faster. I'm hoping that by six, the potatoes won't be hard anymore.