Winter is here and soup is needed. I’m talking about warm and hearty soups. Yes, we need bowls full of flavor and love, sweetness and salt and goodness. Oh look! Here’s one. I kept playing with it until I got it just right for you. We had to eat a few test pots. It’s cool, we don’t mind. Someone has to do it. Have I ever mentioned that I really like sweet potatoes? I do. They’re like friends that I like to play with all of the time and good things usually happen when we play together. This soup is a very good thing.

I really like Italian food. According to my mother it’s always been that way. In her womb, I demanded it. When she was pregnant with me, she said, she craved anything with pasta and tomatoes. I believe her. I like tomatoes hot, cold, sliced, diced, stewed, sauced, fried or jammed.  They’re comfort food for me. Therefore, I like the Olive Garden. I affectionately refer to it as “The O. G.”

  I love to cook. That might be obvious. But the inspiration is what changes from dish to dish. This time it was a beautiful image of a green soup in a white bowl. It haunted me. I wanted to make it. I think most people see food and just want to eat it. I do too, but after I’ve created it for myself. This is one that I needed to make and I needed to make it soon. I couldn’t stop thinking about the green soup. Here it is.