Fleece Socks, Tomato Basil Soup, and Grilled Cheese

Joe and I woke up nice and toasty under the blankets Saturday and Sunday morning amidst a room lingering around 55 degrees. For three days in a row, our high temps didn't break 70 and the evenings cooled down to a chill 53. With windows wide open, we welcomed the cool crisp temps and enjoyed a weekend breaking out sweatpants, long sleeved shirts.....and warm foods.

Joe rolled up his sleeves and was the mastermind behind the homemade tomato basil soup, sprinkled with romano, while I buttered and fried up the grilled cheese. Even a loaf of Irish Bread was made....but we ate it....honey-butter and all.....before I could snap a pic.