It all started innocently enough. It invariably does. The inimitable winter soup maven (
jewelweed) posted a recipe for an incredible sounding
wild mushroom soup. I am not normally a soup person, but evenings have been getting chill. Though the days may still linger in the high 80’s the night time temperatures drop quickly, especially with the coastal breeze.
Night creeps upon just a little sooner and something changes in the air. There is a crispness to the air that beckons one to the warm glow of a kitchen perfumed with the long cooking scents of soup.
A steaming bowl of liquid Nirvana.