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Winter is here, huh? I am loving it, honestly, because I was born and raised in Minnesota, the land of eternal winter some will say. But for the past several years I’ve been living in the land of eternal summer, and as such, I’ve been missing winter greatly. Snow being the thing I miss the most. Seriously, I live for snow and cold and all things winter. Sweatshirts, blankets, crackling fires, candles, hot chocolate, and delicious roasted poblano soup. Here in San Antonio, we don’t really get cold enough for snow, but last weekend through this weekend has been cold and rainy and just amazing. It feels like home, even though I still miss the snow.
Anyone who knows me, knows I’m driven by memories. I love to reminisce. One of my favorite memories is of a time when I went on a solitary walk in the woods in my hometown. The sky was white and snow was gently falling, sticky enough to coat the branches of trees. There was no wind, so the woods were still and quiet; it was just me, making fresh steps in fresh snow. The river was barely moving, but not frozen, and black like slate, reflective, spectacular. It wasn’t remarkable in any other way, but that’s OK, it was still perfect to me in every way.
Today, I let the Sparkling Spruce™ scent from Glade® transport me back to that day. I had photos to remind me before, but they’ve long since disappeared, locked away in a failed hard drive; thank you technology. The scent is gentle, yet striking, and so familiar. I swear if I close my eyes, I can see the snow falling on the trees, feel it tickle my nose. It’s a scent I love. It reminds me of that long walk, and of the chill I felt when I arrived home, and the want of a warm soup to soothe my soul. Like this roasted poblano soup. It has a low, slow burn to it; a traditional Mexican soup that is perfect for cold, dark nights.
When it comes to this soup, it requires my husband’s help, because unless I’m wearing gloves, I can’t physically handle poblano peppers; I’m crazy allergic to them. I discovered this one year when I was making fiesta rice and after handling a bunch of roasted poblano peppers, my hands started burning. And then burning more. And then they felt like they were on fire. No matter how many times I washed them, or how much milk, vinegar, or burn gel I cleansed my hands with, they burned. It was agony, and that agony lasted for days. I can eat them without a problem, though, ha ha ha, so I don’t understand it. Rudy took care of the peppers for me. I call it a bonding soup for this reason, because I can’t make it alone.
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