Soups

i wasn’t planning to make soup.but the cold crept in through the floorboards and i needed something to fight back with heat. there was bacon …

there are days when even boiling water feels like too much.this wasn’t one of those.this was a “chop something, stir something, feel something” kind of …

I Tried Martha Stewart’s Clam Chowder, and It Tasted Like My CoastLeave a Comment on I Tried Martha Stewart’s Clam Chowder, and It Tasted Like …

The onions didn’t even sizzle right at first. The butter was soft but not hot enough, and I stirred anyway—because I wasn’t really cooking for …

The fog had already rolled in by noon. The kind that makes your windows look like secrets and your bones ache like you forgot something …

i wasn’t hungry.not really. just cold.the kind of cold that settles in your joints and doesn’t leave, even with socks and three cups of tea. …

It was too hot to be this angry.The kind of day where your skin hums from old sunburn and the kitchen feels like it’s judging …

It rained for two days straight.Not dramatic rain—just that wet quiet kind that makes the porch smell like moss and old newspaper. Mae left for …

I Tried Martha Stewart’s Tomato Soup — and Stirred More Than Just Onions The radiator wasn’t cutting it.That weird cold, where it feels like it’s …

It was fogged-in cold. The kind where the sky and the street blur together and the mailbox disappears by noon. The radiator was doing its …