Oh Boy, It’s Cold
It’s 16 degrees Fahrenheit (-9 Celsius) here, in Rochester, Minnesota. I just walked back to the hotel after dining at a local restaurant next door, experiencing the terrifying feeling of what it’s like to live in the Midwest during the winter.
The short 100 steps felt as if they would never come to an end. With each breath my nose grew numb and my lungs burned with the cold air like I was inhaling fire. The wind lashed at my face and irritated my ears. I wasn’t even half way back to the hotel when the low temperatures got to my bones. I started shivering and my teeth began chattering. I accelerated my steps, leaving my husband a few feet behind me. If not for my heartbeat I would believe that the blood inside my arteries and veins had frozen—luckily, I’m an RN, so I know better.
I was leery of jumping into a hot shower—I don’t like the sharp, stinging pain that comes when hot water makes contact with my cold body.
If not for that local beer, cheese soup they offer during the winter months, I would probably have skipped dinner and curled up under a nice, warm blanket. However, my craving for this local soup took me out into the cold.
If you’re like me, where cooking and food is a passion, then you know you don’t have to be in Rochester to have this special soup. All you need to do is call Chef Johannes and ask him for his best recipe for beer cheese soup.
Since you don’t have Chef Johannes phone number, I took the liberty and left him a message, asking for the recipe.
Now we wait…