Soup

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It is finally feeling like winter, and with it comes my desire to eat soup every lunch. And the best part is there are so many soups that you can never get tired of them! 


Summer Squash and Corn Chowder



Roasted Butternut Squash and Shallot Soup



French Onion Soup



Broccoli and Cheese Soup



White Bean and Turkey Chili



Tomato-Basil Soup



Beef and Guinness Stew



Chicken and Wild Rice Soup



Coconut-Curry Chicken Soup



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