Hearth Notes

Good to be home, scene of all domestic joys and struggles...

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Rainy day, rainy evening.

While little girl was out watching her first ever live hockey game, accompanied by her dad, her bff, and bff's mom, I tried to replicate the lovely warm apple soup I had at a DC restaurant a couple of nights ago when I was there for my conference.

Here are the results -- surprisingly good, crisp sweet-tart notes balanced by creamy stock, and a hint of nutmeg and cinnamon.

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And here is "Vanishing Point", my poem response to today's prompt on The Morning Porch, now up on Via Negativa.