Some afternoons just call out for making soup.
Today in particular, with its gusty winds and plain grey sky, demanded cabbage.
(Simmered with a good amount of fatty pork, from this recipe.)
Speaking of, how sweet are these fellas? A birthday gift from my aunt.
The pot simmers away. Take the pooch out for a walk.
Letters and numbers.
Surprise! A package awaits.
Thank you, P. You sure do know how to spoil me!
A few minutes more, and ready to tuck in.
(It's not the prettiest thing, but it sure was delicious.)