Early this week I decided to make one of my family favorites; potato soup. I thumbed through the recipes, finally remembering I didn’t have one, and sat to remember the ingredients and process. Through contemplation I assembled ingredients and began the task. I can’t, however, make potato soup without recalling a nor’easter in 1993.To those of you unaware of the term, a “nor’easter” is a winter storm. It dips to the Gulf of Mexico and pulls in moisture then turn north-east, following the line of Appalachian Mountains toward Maine. Tremendous amounts of snow and wind can result when the moisture from the south meets cold air dipping from the north. In January of 1993 conditions were perfect for just such a storm and central Pennsylvania was the target. Snowfall amounts ranges from 28-38 inches, but accumulation was difficult to measure due to the amount of drifting and blowing that accompanied the storm. Living in a rural area, our electricity was out for several days and roads were impassible for about a week.That’s when things got interesting. During that time of being homebound, we had heat, thanks to a wood burning stove in the basement that was large enough to heat the rest of the house. Without electricity, however, water from the well was not possible, so we melted snow, which as I mentioned, was plentiful. And we had potatoes.One afternoon, with boredom and hunger on the horizon, we made potato soup from melted snow and stored potatoes. To this day, that’s the experience I remember most vividly from that storm, and I have never since made potato soup without remembering the days we were snowed in during January 1993.Many years have passed since then, but, like any parent, I didn’t miss the opportunity to tell my boys about the time we made soup from melted snow on a wood stove. It’s never tasted as good as it did then.