Welcome Winter

No snow at my house yet, friends, but my husband reports that it's getting closer to our hose as I type this.  It poured rain for most of today--cold, wet, windy, end of fall rain that makes you want to drink gallons of hot tea and read good books.  In lieu of good books, it's homework for me.  (Pornography law/lack thereof, to be exact.)  Also, I furthered my research project by looking through old Catholic newspapers from Denver's early years online.  Very interesting!  Then I made peach crisp, ate leftover tom yum kai (the best soup EVER) while the chilies in it burned my mouth in the most delightful way, and decided on a hearty Hungarian goulash for supper--mother-in-law's if she calls me back with the recipe in the next few hours, my mom's tried-and-true if not.  Seriously, I need to get back into the soup habit I developed in Russia.  Soup keeps you warm, costs less, tastes so good, and occasionally is good for you.  I wish I had written down my host mother's recipe for mushroom soup.  Also, borsch is soup-my favorite one except tom yum kai.  But really, I would even settle for that strange dill pickle soup that we were served in our dorm.  Mmmmm...soup.