Toasty
And so it begins… the cold weather is slowly creeping in, and the pellet stove has officially made its seasonal debut! As much as I’m a summer gal, I have to admit there’s something wonderfully cozy about looking out the window at a cold, breezy landscape while sitting in front of a warm, toasty fire. It’s one of those little comforts that makes the transition to colder weather a bit easier to accept. Poor Tim hasn’t been feeling his best lately, fighting off a cold and the sniffles. So, on my way home, I stopped by our local market in hopes of finding their homemade (ok, store made) Italian wedding soup. Our local market makes the best soups, and if you time it just right, as I often do, you can walk in and find exactly what you’re craving! It was my lucky day because there it was, just waiting for me. I grabbed a loaf of French bread to go with it and, because a little extra TLC never hurts, I picked up his favorite peach ice cream, too. Surely, that ought to help get him back o...
