Soup Recipes

It was 11:47 PM on a rainy Thursday, and I was standing in front of my open fridge, exhausted, with a specific craving for something … Read more

This was supposed to be a simple chicken noodle soup. That was the plan, anyway. I had the carrots chopped, the celery diced, and the … Read more

This was supposed to be a simple pot of beans. I mean, that’s all black-eyed peas really are, right? Just beans. I had a bag … Read more

My neighbor asked why I couldn’t just throw the leftover ham bone in a pot with some beans and call it soup. I started to … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a Tuesday in late December, and I was staring into the fridge like it held the answers to the universe. … Read more

The neighborhood fall potluck was in three hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those elaborate dishes you see in magazines—you know, … Read more

Last November, my neighbor Gina watched me staring into my open fridge like it held the secrets to the universe. I had a pound of … Read more

I was knee-deep in unpacking boxes last October—our third move in five years, let me tell you, I was over it—when my new neighbor, a … Read more

My neighbor Rosa watched me fumbling with a can of chipotle peppers in adobo one Tuesday afternoon. I was standing in my tiny apartment kitchen, … Read more

The neighborhood soup swap was in three hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing their grandmother’s legendary recipes—things that had been simmering … Read more

This was supposed to be a different soup entirely. I had this whole plan for a fancy, from-scratch broccoli cheddar soup that would take all … Read more

Potato soup had no place in my kitchen. That was my position for years—stated firmly, repeated often, defended stubbornly. I’d wave it off at potlucks, … Read more

My neighbor, Rosa, watched me shivering at the bus stop one particularly miserable November afternoon. She didn’t say anything at first. Then she just pointed … Read more

I burned the bottom of this soup three times before I figured out what I was doing wrong. Not a little scorched, either—I’m talking blackened, … Read more

It was 11:23 PM on a grumpy Tuesday in late January, and I needed soup. Not just any soup—the kind that hugs you from the … Read more

I was at the farmers’ market last fall, clutching a bag of potatoes like they held the secret to world peace. An older woman next … Read more

The velvety, almost buttery smoothness of this soup is what I was after from the start. Not a thin, watery broth masquerading as soup, but … Read more

There used to be this tiny Mexican joint tucked behind a laundromat on 12th Street that made a taco soup so good it ruined me … Read more

By the third time I made this lasagna soup in a single week, I started wondering if I had a problem. Or maybe I’d just … Read more

I figured a soup this rich and creamy would require a whole lot of stirring, maybe a roux, definitely some heavy cream, and a fair … Read more