It’s pretty amazing to me that something so lowly as an onion, can go from something like this:
To a fancy schmancy French soup like this:
It just takes a little time and a little love. I guess that onion soup could be an allegory for a variety of things that just take patience — relationships, goals, our own personal struggles. I don’t know, maybe I had a little too much red wine after I gave the soup a good “glug” but there was something about it that struck me today.
Anyway… it’s Monday! No menu plan this week because I just don’t haven’t written one out. Tsk, tsk, I know.
Today was a rather warm-ish and sunny day, a welcome change from the past several days that all looked pretty much like this:
Gray. Foggy. Damp. I loved it for the first couple of days, but it started to get a little dreary, even for me. Of course, we do have a little more snow forcasted for mid-week. Seems as though we are actually having a winter this year, unlike last year. Even though I complain (my right, as a cranky Yankee), I secretly love it.
Tomorrow I have a wonderful book review and a recipe I’ll be sharing, so be sure to look for that. Also, if I have the time to get things organized, I’m planning on starting my big crochet project of the year. Super excited to share that, too!