Nothing says “take a nap” like a cold rainy fall day. Like Arlington, today. I woke when it was dark, and will return home in the dark. All day long, a chill has crept inside my sweater, has played around my collar, and pecked at my finger-tips. All I can think about is curling up with a book, pulling a down comforter around me, and fading into sleep, while the dapple of raindrops plays a lullaby upon my window.
On days like this, the only thing to do is drink hot coffee, and eat warm soup. For lunch, I had some chili from Potbelly’s, and while it was decent, it wasn’t anything to write home (or the internet) about. So I thought I’d ask you all, what place has the best soup, either here, or wherever you are? As far as I know, there are no Hale & Hardy shops in the D.C. area, and we’re the poorer for it. I would have liked some lobster bisque or some New England clam chowder, but what’s your favorite? Share and share alike, so none of us face the coming dark of winter without some heaping bowls of sustenance. UPDATE: A friend shamed me into thinking about cooking my own, so if you have a recipe you’d like to share, feel free!
The image used here, and the one below, are by an artist named Francis Hamel. Above is “St Giles in November Rain”, and below is “St Giles in the Rain”. His work is excellent, and you can find signed prints at the link. These two remind me very strongly of Hemingway’s memoir “A Moveable Feast“, and its famous closing line “But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.”