Mmmm, peanut soup.
I first had peanut soup on our honeymoon, in Colonial Williamsburg. It was a lot better than it sounded, actually. This year, Karen made it for our day-after-Thanksgiving dinner (since Thanksgiving was spent with my parents, and thus Karen was unable to fulfill her urge to cook a big meal). I'd forgotten how good it was.
The rest of the meal was excellent, as usual — but man, I could have made an entire meal of that soup.