The polar vortex is the reason everyone is suffering through -25 degree weather right now! I assume this means cool people in larger cities are maybe throwing a polar vortex party in which it is most definitely understood that you will sleep over because it’s too cold to leave.
My fingers are so cold it’s hard to type, and I’m wearing two sweaters. Let’s eat snow.
It’s cold. Soup isn’t.
“A galette is not, as it sounds, a type of dance that is performed in pointy leather shoes and some kind of fancy hat. It is a free-form tart!”
Because in the words of my mother, “If you’re bored, it just means you’re not intelligent enough to think of something to do.”
I started feeling cold around the time I started feeling self-conscious.
The last time I was making broccoli cheddar soup, I was drinking a smoked lager and thought, “Why the fuck not?”
This vegan soup will inspire lots of thyme/time puns.
Autumn is over even though I’m loathe to admit it.