Even in southern
California’s half-winter,
homemade vegetable soup with
pesto, eaten at
home on a chilly night, is
a beautiful thing.
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Ahh...the soup tradition is alive and well! It is a beautiful thing to watch it pass from one generation to another. DGK
ReplyDeleteIt's like stone soup but with less meat.
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