There's no prizes for guessing what's on the menu this evening.
I've mentioned plenty of times before just how much I love making soup. I can take or leave the eating of it, but making it makes me feel virtuous. Luckily the menfolk of the house love their soups so I get plenty of opportunity for whipping up a batch.
One of my favourite retail day dreams is opening a soup cafe. I'd have about five different varieties to choose from along with a few different types of homemade bread. Yum.
My mental picture shows a combination of Fitzroy's Books for Cooks and Central Perk. I'm Rachel, naturally. (Must grow hair...). I think we need an open fire too. And rugs. Definitely rugs.
Anyone want to come to the weekly knit along? The fantasy me is a great hostess, full of witty anecdotes as well as the font of all knitting knowledge. How could it not work??