While the passing of time significantly muddles the vision, I recall a cup of hot chocolate, throat lozenges, and dreaded “night air” (always worse than day air according to parents/grandparents) freezing my cheeks. Floats and singers and characters in biblical attire paraded around the Nativ...
That you have nightmares of having to eat stewed or braised cabbage growing up, and you’re an adult and you’re not going to do that anymore. You’re probably thinking that this soup is very brown and beige, not exactly a looker, amiright? But that’s exactly my point. This soup ...