This may seem like a little photo overkill for a post about a soup place (without any photos of the soup, to boot), but for someone who has a tremor, I’m super proud of these:
Smokin’ Bowls: the lazy wife’s savior during a blizzard.
Shoot the moose if I’m not tired of telling you about the weather, but on this particular night, after hitting Rob with a “no food in the fridge, dude,” just when he’d managed to pull into the driveway after 7, tire-spinning attempts, our options were indeed limited by the drama of the snow.
Pfff—of course. Our favorite hashish-humored soup shack.
Please note the steam coming from her open window. It carried many pleasant aromas.
We went with Apple Onion Smoked Cheddar and round 2 on the White Bean and Sausage.
Success! We even brought our Ball jar along for a refill:
Wonder if I can convince them to try a gator tail recipe for me…