This creamy, mushroom soup transports me right back to my Polish grandmother’s house on Christmas Eve.
How totally glad are you that it’s soup season? It’s the only thing I absolutely love about cold weather, and since I’ve moved to Arizona, I find that my soup season is way too short. Not that I’m complaining – I’ll take hot weather and cold food for 9 months, and warm weather and warm food for 2 months. That still leaves one whole chilly month for soup, and folks — it’s officially time to heat up the stockpot. Continue Reading..