There are times when you feel rotten and you need something to make you feel better. Maybe it’s a honking cold. Maybe it’s a hangover. Maybe it’s manflu. Or maybe it’s just the mean reds. Whatever it is, I’m pretty sure this soup can help. Rather than leaning on noodles, matzo balls, rice, or a …
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Cream of salmon soup. That’s what was prescribed to start my grandmother’s day-dreamed menu for a summer dinner party in 1937. The party itself never came to be, but there’s something that makes me think the soup may have made an appearance in on her table. Her original recipe has all the hallmarks of her …
This is a dish for special occasions. If you were to overhear the start of a conversation about why, it has all the hallmarks of an appetising one. ‘Coffee, dark, aura, chilli,’… there’s every chance these will be muddled in the first sentences. It’s only afterwards if you catch the references to vomiting, pain and …
Some nights you just need a bowl of chicken soup. Not because you’re particularly poorly. Not because you’ve got a gaping whole in your soul that can only be cosseted by poultry fat. You might have got a parking ticket. You might have accidentally sent a reply all email with something unflattering in it – …
There is nothing sexy about lentil soup. It’s a frumpy brown. It’s got the texture of troublesome cellulite. The smell takes me to my grandmother’s. It was a thrifty way to use the left over ham from family functions, after slices had been carved with a serrated electric knife – for ease of cutting. Yet …
