If cooking were a religion, the soupmaking would, no doubt, be one of its greatest sacred rites.  Soup is a quest for perfection, a mystical transformational and peacemaking ritual through which ingredients, different in color, texture, density and flavor are compelled to slowly reveal their essence, enrich one another, and enter the state of harmony.

Every time I pass perfectly flat triangular brisket slabs in a store,  my inner Jew wakes up from a deep sleep and starts with the questions. “When are you gonna start cooking like a good Jewish girl?”  “Where are the Gefilte Fish and Latkes?”  “Why aren’t you making Mandlech for your chicken soup any more, […]

Today is the second day of The Great Turkey Challenge. It’s also getting cooler outside, which means it’s time for soup. I like soup in any weather, really, so I think that even it were ninety degrees outside today, I’d still find some reason for soup. There is just something inexplicably comforting about  it, no […]