There’s Just Something About Potato Soup You know what? Some days just beg for a big bowl of something warm and cheesy — especially when the wind’s rattling the windows and you’re hunting for that one slipper that always goes …
When the wind starts howling off the fields here in the Midwest, there are only a handful of things that can make me feel better about scraping frost off my windshield again. Amish potato soup is right up there at …
You know, there’s something about a big ol’ pot of potato soup that feels like a hug from the inside out. When the cold creeps in — and my joints start to holler — I find myself craving the same …
You ever have one of those days where you mean to make something fancy, but real life says, “Not today, honey”? That’s how this soup was born in my house. Years ago, I had every intention of making my mom’s …
Let me tell you something: split pea soup is my ultimate childhood comfort food. I remember coming home from cold, blustery Midwest evenings and walking through the door to that unmistakable, savory, smoky aroma of ham—a scent that sort …
Is there anything more soothing on a snowy day (or, let’s be honest, after a day where everything just kind of fell apart) than settling down with a big bowl of creamy cauliflower soup, homemade with love, spiked with a …
There’s just something so nostalgic about walking into the kitchen and catching the smell of beef and macaroni soup bubbling away on the stove. It always takes me straight back to chilly fall evenings—my brother and I trudging in after …
Now, before you think I’m about to spark a kitchen controversy—let’s talk tomato soup, shall we? Oh, does this one get folks fired up. There are die-hard Campbell’s fans (it’s practically a rite of passage, isn’t it?), and then you’ve …
(There’s a full recipe waiting down below—no endless scrolling to find it, promise.) Alright, friend, let’s get real—when there’s a chill in the air and the sun decides to check out by 4pm, my cravings take a sharp turn toward …
You know how some days just call for soup? Not the fancy kind with truffle oil or sixteen ingredients you can’t pronounce—no. I’m talking about the kind your grandma might’ve made when there was a chill in the air, a …
