LIFESTYLE → FROM MY TABLE Issue 833 · October 26, 2020

From My Table

Hear me out; the warmth, the scents, and the soft rolling boil of a simmering soup is a simple luxury.

From My Table

Yes, soup is common enough in most homes, but I say we shouldn’t take it for granted. Hear me out; the warmth, the scents, and the soft rolling boil of a simmering soup is a simple luxury. Simple, because the ingredients are standard. Luxury, because doing it right takes time. The prep usually calls for a lot of chopped veggies that are then sautéed, and then you can’t reeeally leave the kitchen till it’s done, save for the ultimate set-it-and-forget-it chicken soup.

When it’s done, though, it’s a masterpiece, and your gift to the people you share it with. And hopefully, you had the foresight to treat yourself and make enough to freeze for another day. You’ll count on that liquid gold; it’s a gift that keeps on giving.

This mini-luxury isn’t completely unappreciated by us as a whole. Think of the memorable and, frankly, iconic soups featured in the restaurants we grew up with: the French onion from Garden of Eat-in, the hot-and-sour from Chosen. And if those are not your memories, I’m sure you have your own iterations from local eateries where you grew up.

I hardly think it’s a coincidence that the humble soup has become many a restaurant’s icon. It’s almost irresistible in flavor, affordable enough that everyone can indulge, and memorable because it hits the spot in a comforting way that no other dish can do.

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