I have just made a gorgeous, velvety, silky, sweet, rich, yummy, yummy winter squash pureed soup for Thursday's dinner (and mine tonight). You so wish you were having dinner here.
But I probably shouldn't have been wearing my favorite t-shirt while making it. "Dale Watson and His Lone Stars" now has orange soup splatter marks all over it.
Can you get me another one, Closs? (And where exactly is Michael Clossin?)