Bean with Bacon Soup

Did your father ever tell you that when “he was a kid, he walked 10 miles to school everyday, barefoot, in the snow”? My dad did, and I believed him for years. He was from Minnesota; they had snow there. We lived in LA—palm trees, no snow. How was I to know?

We grew up with hearty soups, even though in Los Angeles there was maybe one month a year when it really made sense to eat them.

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Bean with Bacon Soup