We’re in the second week in January, temperatures on the East Coast have dropped below five (that’s single digits!), and my furnace chose this week to die. Having spent most of the week wearing scarves and gloves indoors and sitting in range to the only space heater the circuit in my bedroom would allow, I’ve had a lot of time to dream about warm things. Mainly, the thought of a big pot of soup on the stove, and a warm, satisfied belly. Sadly, the trek to the cold, cold kitchen, and away from my toasty, space heated sanctuary, seemed unlikely, so all week I’ve been slumming it with homemade soup’s, sadder, only mildly flavorful cousin, canned soup. But as soon as the HVAC crew got the heat flowing, I got the soup pot back out for some celebratory potato soup with bacon!