I think the title is from “Oliver” the musical. I can’t remember, but it sums up my
obsession thoughts at the moment. All I think about is food. Even when I’m eating, I’m perusing recipes, planning the next meal, making lists of recipes to try.
I’m currently focused on home made soups. They are so much better, better for you, and cheaper than store bought, sodium filled, expensive equivalents. French Onion, Black Bean, and Broccoli and Cheese soup are shown here; mainly because these are the ones Becky and I have been guzzling for the last week.
I ask you, is there anything better on a cold day than a hot, steaming bowl of soup? Excuse my diversion from usual topics, I’m sure I’ll be back to normal real soon. I just have this one amazing recipe to try…