My husband went to his best friend’s widow’s house to do some winterizing on her mowers. I had something else to do. She sent him home with some delicious home made bread and some soup.
It looked pretty good, but after tasting it I just don’t care for it. It has chicken in it, as well as some sort of smoked sausage and beans, carrots, corn. I mean, that’s really the definition of soup, but this soup is not to my liking at all. Just too much unidentifiable stuff in it.