This may seem like a little photo overkill for a post about a soup place (without any photos of the soup, to boot), but for someone who has a tremor, I’m super proud of these:
Smokin’ Bowls: the lazy wife’s savior during a blizzard.
Shoot the moose if I’m not tired of telling you about the weather, but on this particular night, after hitting Rob with a “no food in the fridge, dude,” just when he’d managed to pull into the driveway after 7, tire-spinning attempts, our options were indeed limited by the drama of the snow.
Pfff—of course. Our favorite hashish-humored soup shack.
Please note the steam coming from her open window. It carried many pleasant aromas.
We went with Apple Onion Smoked Cheddar and round 2 on the White Bean and Sausage.
Success! We even brought our Ball jar along for a refill:
Wonder if I can convince them to try a gator tail recipe for me…
-Carey
I’d have to try the Mushroom Bisque myself. Looks delish!
Vermont is the best ever always the best.
hi guys, hang in there with that weather. just thank God you don’t have to lug wood everyday to keep warm. been there, done that! where is that soup place. what a find. I have been enjoying this blog, first time i have ever commented on one.
I would be in snow just to have that!