Ice, Ice, Baby

Here we are, stuck in the midst of an untimely (for the transportation-challenged, like me, anyway) early winter storm and running out of food supplies. On the other hand, I am safe and at home, snuggled in a warm blanket, the heat in my house is ON, and I am exploring Paris again, only this time via cookbooks. I am yearning for hot soup, perhaps a potato-based potage. There are, after all, nearly five pounds of spuds stashed in the kitchen cupboard. And what could be more inspiring than that?