A bowl of comfort with a kick.
Back in the Northeast it's been one gnarly week. The word wicked does not even begin to cover it. Epic… might be a start. Massive… might be an understatement. The snow, you see, is record breaking. One might even say, crazzzzzy. It's enough to make a big dog weep.
In (previously) typical fashion, one might be tempted to throw up one's hands in defeat and shout, Let the carb cravings begin! But I might actually be in the mood to defy such cravings, yipping and gnawing inside my belly like so many tiny, quivering chihuahuas. Tugging my attention to mocha frosted vanilla cupcakes.
I might actually choose, instead, to grab a big pot. And start a batch of hearty, soul mending soup.
And living- as we did for three decades- on Cape Cod, you might guess I rustled up some classic clam chowdah. Or lobstah bisque. Nope. Instead, my inspiration comes via Wellfleet village. A gluten-free, cooking lighter take on a New England Portuguese mainstay. Kale soup. With andouille.
It's the perfect, spicy soup to brave this stuff called SNOW.
And in the meantime, keep those fairy lights lit. Gather some candles. And know I'm counting with you the lengthening days till Spring.
That'd be 81.
Or 567 in dog years.