Category Soups

The first time I made French onion soup, I ruined it. I still remember standing at the stove, impatient, turning the heat up too high because I thought caramelized onions meant “cook them fast until they turn brown.” What I…

There’s a certain kind of comfort that only a bowl of tomato basil soup can bring, and for me, it’s tied to a memory from years ago when my kitchen confidence was still finding its footing. It was the middle…

I can’t think about lentil soup without remembering the winter my pantry was almost always down to the basics. Back then, I was learning to live on my own, stretching every grocery dollar, and figuring out what it really meant…

There are certain recipes that become part of your life without you ever intending them to. Taco soup is one of those for me. I didn’t grow up eating it, and it certainly wasn’t something I learned from a grandparent…

I’ll never forget the first time I made chicken tortellini soup. It was a chilly January evening, the kind where the wind whistles through the windows and you can feel it right down to your bones. I had a freezer…

Some recipes feel like they’ve always belonged in your kitchen—like they were waiting for the right cold day, the right hungry crowd, the right moment. Chicken Pot Pie Soup is that kind of recipe for me. It came about one…

There are few dishes that make me feel more grounded than a pot of beef stew simmering away on the stove. My love for this dish began on a gray winter afternoon years ago, when my kitchen was tiny, the…

There’s a quiet kind of comfort that comes with a bowl of broccoli cheddar soup. The first time I made it, I wasn’t aiming for perfection—I was simply trying to recreate that same cozy, creamy soup I used to order…

I’ll never forget the first time I truly fell in love with chicken stew. It was a gray, drizzly Saturday when I was a young cook trying to fill a cold apartment with warmth and comfort. I had a few…

I still remember the first time I made stuffed peppers from scratch. It was the middle of February, one of those gray afternoons when the house feels quieter than usual. I was newly married, still learning my way around the…