This was my offering to Fred and Fiona, parents of Baby Benjamin who turned two last weekend and who should not be called a baby anymore. I actually had been trying to make a soup 1) with black-eyed peas in it because that is an American New Year Tradition and 2) some spice to counteract the current weather of freezing fog. Hence, this Black-Eyed Pea Soup with Mexican Chorizo. I tell you, it truly is the best soup I have ever made. It is loaded with my favorite spice, chipotle, and is the type of soup that one just slurps with one's dinner companion, and there is no gentle conversation because your nose is running and tears streaming down your face.
Maybe I am the only one who thinks this is funny, but I thought this soup should be called "Damn!" because, even if you don't swear, this soup would make you do so. In a good, appreciative way.
So we went to Baby Benjamin's house in the old timey Jacksonville, Oregon and presented the "Damn!" In return, we had a wonderful party and took a walkabout in the chilly, wintery sun.
It was like the parading through the streets with royalty. (Is that Baby Benjamin and his hardworking Da-da?) And, even though I totally freaked out Ben's mom, saying how much harder 3 is that 2 (why did I say that? I hate it when people say stuff like that to me!), we all agreed that Baby Benjamin was coming into his own, perhaps on the brink of kicking up his own "Damn!" And I mean that in a good, appreciative way.
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