
When I began dreaming up today’s recipe, nighttime temps were still in the 30s and a sudden hail storm had just left a crunchy white blanket of icy orbs glistening on the ground. Soup seemed like a swell idea—especially one that involved the o…

When I began dreaming up today’s recipe, nighttime temps were still in the 30s and a sudden hail storm had just left a crunchy white blanket of icy orbs glistening on the ground. Soup seemed like a swell idea—especially one that involved the o…