On leeks and groundhogs
February 1, 2010
Creamy Leek and Potato Soup
We spent the day Saturday skiing with my family in New York. It was a very good time. And it was very cold. I don’t believe the thermostat registered above 9 degrees, sans windchill. After about two hours I swore on every lift up that it would be my last run, as I’d be just as happy watching from the lodge with a mug of hot cocoa (which really meant a hot toddy which really meant a glass of cabernet). Yet I kept falling into the chairlift line at the end of every brisk trip down, somehow ready for more. In addition to wiggling my toes and fingers for the duration of the trip back up, I’d distract myself with my grocery list, chores for the rest of the weekend and the work week ahead. I also distracted myself with thoughts of hot steaming soup and decided that Sunday most definitely called for a pot.
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