soup kitchen

Well, well. I recall chatting, not so many months ago, about how I felt Autumn in the air; the leaves changing and the fresh smell of MY new year. Now it's just a few weeks to official Winter, and my, how things have changed. Our second good snow of the year is fluttering down this evening and pasting the ground with a beautiful flock. Fallon actually gets very little annual precipitation (about 5"), so two snows by early December is near crazy. For those who get snowbound early year, you must remember that a 'snow' here is just a few inches on the ground...gone in a day or two. The Sierra, about 70 miles due west, gets dozens of feet each annum so the skiers have some resort. Funny enough, little snow up there so far; late openings at Squaw and Sugar Bowl with booming bases of 28". I'll be taking the girls up tubing over the New Year and I'm sure they wonder why sledding can be so difficult; after all, you've got to sit on your gigantic tube while the lift pulls you back to the top. Arizonans.

The kitch. Why make anything but soup when the temp changes? Exactly. Corey make some fab soup over Thanksgiving because you can't NOT make soup when the weather changes. You think it's a subtle thing, something you can control, but you can't. This house has been filled with sweet roasted peppers and a lovely lemon / egg / onion soup. Perfect.

I'll wander next week and find that thing who makes my life happy. The girls come out on the 27th and we'll spend a week doing all the cool stuff that kids do...okay, cool stuff that I do, which by default, is the cool stuff.

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