On a foodie level, this time of the year is a little bitter sweet. While I am ready to say goodbye to the long, cold winter, I am hesitant to say goodbye to my fall and winter cooking. My dinged up, decades old stock pot receives plenty of love and use over the course of those six months. So many hearty, heart-warming, slow-cooked soups, sauces, and family favorites have emerged from it. Their scents have filled our home and taken the chill from the air. They’ve put the comfort in food.
My family loves the winter, but living in the Northeast sometimes means cold and occasionally bone chilling temperatures. My husband works outside nearly all day. When he arrives home, thoroughly chilled to the core, there is little that hits the spot better than a hearty, piping hot bowl of soup.