I'm clearly having a soup craze.  I know this seems nutty on a day when we're supposed to have a high of 73 degrees, however, it is still February, so my soup obsession is at least seasonal, even if the seasons aren't playing along. This all started earlier in the week when, yes, there was snow on the ground.  Better still, I had the great good fortune to luck into a meaty ham bone at the grocery store.  I habitually check to see if they've got one at the deli,  having finished up slicing a spiral ham.   When I find one, I scoop it up and stow it away in the freezer knowing it will find a happy home in something or other before too long.

Who'd a thunk we'd finally have a snow day around here?  Best of all, it's President's Day so lots of folks have the day off and don't have to drive around in it.   They can actually go out and play while it lasts, which, from a quick peak at Mr. Washington's trusty thermometer outside my living room window, won't be too long. The General Assembly soldiers on regardless of things like holidays and snow, so from my perspective, sitting here alone--well Briggs and Eudora Richardson are here with me of course (my black and white furry companions)-- I've really lucked out with perhaps the quintessential snow day lunch for one.