Warm, non-judgemental comfort in a bowl.
| | Warm, Comforting Soups That Are More Song Than Formula | | | Heather Ramsdell | | Today, I sent a photo of a scrumptious-looking bowl of vegetable soup to editor Kristin at the exact same moment that she was posting a photo of a biscuit-topped soup to the whole team on Slack. One second later, editor Kysha and I simultaneously wrote "yum" to two different people. Coincidence? Nope. We clearly all need soup. Or, we need warm, non-judgemental comfort, and soup is a simple way to get it. According to Google trends, soup is currently outpacing "Squid Games" in popularity. There is no way for me to talk about soup without remembering my mom, who lived in a state of nearly-constant soup production. I learned a lot about cooking through osmosis simply by being in the kitchen, where there was always something on the stove. My mom made soup after work, sent thermoses of it to school with us, dished it into bowls from the stove, and served it with salted butter and rye bread. Every chicken dinner became soup. All fridge cleanouts produced a one-of-a-kind soup. These soups were more of a song than a formula. She started with something oniony, maybe scallions or a shallot. She would add the center stalks of celery and sauté them in butter. Then she'd pour in water, a handful of rice, some part of a chicken, or pork chop bones, and tomato ends. From there, any number of guest foods would make an appearance: wilted lettuce, garbanzo beans, crinkly ginger, a random mushroom, extra zucchini, a succulent potato end, frozen limas, oregano, garlic, and a cheese rind. Sometimes there were very tiny pasta stars. Magic made her twinkle. In truth, Mom's soup was not always perfect, because improvisation and perfection don't care about each other. Each soup was different, but all were inexpensive, nutritious, and forgiving. They could expand to meet any number of teenage basketball players or anyone else who showed up to dinner. When there were leftovers, the soup somehow became more delicious the next day. My mom was warm, forgiving, humble, resourceful and thoroughly kind. And she was very good at soup. Since she isn't here to teach you how to cook it, you should start with a recipe, but then you should stray as soon and as often as you are able. | | | | | | | | | The Spruce Eats on YouTube | | | | | | | | | | | | Follow us: | You are receiving this newsletter because you subscribed to The Spruce Eats newsletter. Unsubscribe | © 2021 Dotdash.com — All rights reserved. Privacy Policy. | A DOTDASH BRAND | 28 Liberty Street, 7th Floor, New York, NY, 10005 | | | | | | |
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