With the weather still nippy I had a craving for something warm and reminiscent of home. So, I made myself some alphabet soup from scratch. My mother’s soups always made me feel better, and especially loved. Growing up, the few times I watched her cook I saw how much care she put in making it, adding ingredients in steps, measuring spice quantity, and substituting fattier ingredients for healthier ones.
I’m not sure if I will ever be a mother, but if I do get the chance, I plan to learn how to cook just like my own.