Something You Should Eat: Soup from the Soupbox
We've just had our first snow, and for a Minnesota boy like me, that means one thing: soup. But finding Minnesota wild rice soup is nearly impossible in Chicago. That's why I try to make it to one of the three area Soupbox locations when it gets cold out. They have a rotating list of about a dozen hot soups everyday, (fingers crossed for wild rice), always served with a giant wedge of bread. What could be more satisfying on a chilly day?