Category Soups

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…

There was a winter a few years back when the flu made its way through our house, one family member after another. I remember standing in my kitchen with tissues stuffed in my apron pocket, looking for something I could…

I first fell in love with cabbage soup during long winter years ago when my grocery budget was tight and my heart was longing for something warm and sustaining. I remember standing in my small kitchen with half a head…