Yes, it's that time of year. Actually, it's not quite that time of year yet, but since the first day of fall happened over the weekend, I decided to do a surprise Soup Day. That's why I made the sign.
I showed the sign to X-ray Andy, whom I adore, darling little cueball that he is, and he exclaimed, "Why didn't you tell me?"
Well. Because it was a surprise Soup Day. Hence the sign.
Fortunately, Andy is more than just a pretty face and he put the pieces together quickly. I adore Andy.
The soups are nothing special or even particularly good, but it's been a long and soupless summer, so I'm hoping I get a pass.
The cookies turned out well, though. New recipe, called Butter Bars, though with the melted colored sugar on the top I felt they should be called Brulee Butter Bars. I wanted to bring in cookies, but didn't want to shape the dough, put the cookie sheet in the oven, shape the next batch, trade out the cookie--snnnnnnnnnnn.
What? Oh, sorry. Even I fell asleep on that one.
Soup Day has returned. Let the rejoicing begin.