After the long morning of drear and cold and even some light icing on vegetation and on the cars, with a pervasive chill dominating all the feels, by Saturday night I was pretty sure soup was called for. With the ingredients on hand so that a trip out to the grocery store could be avoided, the smart call was for potato and cheddar cheese soup, topped with some crumbled bacon. It was the ideal evening meal for a day like that, while the fire still crackled on the grate nearby.
"Potato and Cheese Soup," shared with me by my sister and her husband, who got it through a cooking class at KitchenArt in West Lafayette, Indiana.
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