It is quite chilly here in the deep south. Winter has arrived. It is about 35 with a low of 21 expected.
This prompted me to start a pot of vegetable soup, for which I do not follow any recipe. It has whatever I feel like putting in it and I taste it occasionally to check the seasoning. Even better is a wood fire burning in the den. My son has returned to his college town of Auburn, Alabama. It is just my little ShihTzu, Lulu, and I.
Life is good in Dixie tonight.