Soup Recipes

This soup is the kind of recipe that makes you look like a kitchen genius without breaking a sweat. It’s rich, creamy, and packed with … Read more

My neighbor, a retired school teacher named Carol, watched me hauling grocery bags up the front steps on a drizzly Tuesday afternoon. She didn’t say … Read more

The church potluck was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. I was standing in my kitchen at 3 PM on a Tuesday, staring into … Read more

This was supposed to be a completely different soup. I had this vision of a slow-simmered, deeply complex beef stew that would bubble away on … Read more

Last November, I was at the farmers’ market, clutching a bag of sad-looking carrots and trying to remember if I needed parsley. The woman next … Read more

There used to be a tiny Nepalese cafe tucked behind a laundromat on a rainy corner of Portland that made a coconut curry pumpkin soup … Read more

This was supposed to be butternut squash soup. I mean, that was the plan. I had the big, clunky butternut squash sitting on my counter, … Read more

The farmer’s market vendor watched me pawing through her pile of butternut squash, probably looking as lost as I felt. It was late October, and … Read more

There used to be a tiny French bistro tucked between a dry cleaner and a vintage shop on the corner of Elm and 4th that … Read more

It was 11:15 PM on a Wednesday in late October, and I had that specific kind of craving that hits when the air gets cold … Read more

I was standing in the grocery store parking lot last Tuesday when the cold air hit me—that sharp, damp kind of cold that seeps right … Read more

I wasn’t supposed to be there that long. I’d stopped by my neighbor Maggie’s house on a drizzly Tuesday afternoon to grab a book I’d … Read more

This was supposed to be a creamy chicken tortilla soup. I had the whole thing planned out in my head—shredded chicken, fire-roasted tomatoes, a rich … Read more

The neighborhood Friendsgiving potluck was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing elaborate, multi-day preparations—think slow-braised short ribs, hand-rolled pasta, … Read more

Marta wasn’t trying to impress me. I’d stopped by to drop off a book I’d borrowed, and the smell hit me before I even got … Read more

My neighbor, an 80-year-old retired florist named Margie, asked me why I couldn’t just skip peeling the squash. I was in her kitchen, complaining about … Read more

This was supposed to be a roasted garlic and cauliflower soup. I had this whole plan, you know—the kind where you picture yourself blending silky, … Read more

This was supposed to be a creamy chicken and wild rice soup. I had the wild rice soaking, the heavy cream measured, and I was … Read more

There used to be a tiny farm-to-table café tucked into a converted garage in the Hudson Valley called The Gilded Beet. They made a butternut … Read more

My daughter asked why I couldn’t just dump the raw squash in the pot with broth and let it boil until soft, instead of roasting … Read more