I am seven again, prancing like a gazelle through the waist high field of grass next to our farm house. My braids bounce like stray ropes on my back, my mouth is smiling, gulping in the crisp cool Fall air. Cheeks tingling with pink, eyes sparkling with eager anticipation, I spin around quickly, scanning in circles.



wonderful!
These are actually two of my favorite soups right now…I cant get enough of them!
I love the way you introduce recipes. The story is and the soup warms my soul.
YUM! Can't wait to make these, Brynne! :0)
You must eat a lot of magic soup…'cause you sure are magical! being! I love your gift for sharing the way you do.