Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Sunday, March 31, 2019
IN THE SOUP
Hello. This is an attempt at a blog comeback. Wish me well.
Today I have visited most of you as a start. Still it is not likely that I have caught up on everything you have been up to since my last post in January. If you have things you know of interest to tell me, write it in the comments section.
March 9, 2019, my 14th blog anniversary was passed. Fourteen years on this blog and before that two years on my first blog. Have I actually run out of things to say? Probably.
First on the agenda for this post is my love of soup. Even as warm weather approaches, soup is my favorite meal. Yesterday I prepared a huge pot of Breakfast Soup (sausage and sweet potatoes, etc.) and Cabbage Soup (only 43 calories per serving). Next week I will fix Lima Bean soup. Can't wait to try that. Nothing makes the house smell better than simmering soup.
Hum? That's all folks:-) See you later. xoxo
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