There is something comforting about being safely tucked inside on a snowy winter’s day. What makes it even better is having homemade soups simmering on the stove and having the house smell like home. It is a nesting feeling for me being in my kitchen and having the aromas of what I chose to create permeate my house.
I love to cook and I absolutely love to make soup. My dream would be to have a restaurant that focuses on soup and fresh-baked biscuits and goodies, allowing me to get back into baking and making wedding cakes again. I also love to play Scrabble and I thought if I ever was able to own a restaurant, each table would have a Scrabble board and I would call my restaurant “Alphabet Soup”.
This weekend, I have been creating big pots of soup to portion out for meals and keep in my freezer, as well as give some to my brother and sister-in-law for their lunches. Some soups are staples and the recipe is followed to the letter. Others are made on a whim whenever I feel the need to pair flavors and see if it works. These were the flavors this past weekend:
- Cream of Mushroom Soup with Sherry
- Cauliflower, Pear and Blue Cheese
- Broccoli, Peach and Brie
I keep holding the dream of having my own restaurant close to my heart. Every dream needs a time and a place to come to fruition. Perhaps now is not the time and maybe this is not the place, but I continue to hold onto my dream in the hope that it may become a reality. Soup maker by day, writer by night. What could be better?
You go girl. You are so close❤️
Thanks Cathy! ❤
I am in love with this idea!
I’ll save you a seat! 🙂