Category : Soup

I made this tortellini soup on a chilly evening at our mountain cabin last winter. My husband and I had spent the day trimming the...

When my oldest granddaughter came home from her first semester of college, she didn’t ask for cookies or my famous pot roast. She asked for...

One rainy afternoon, I was sitting in my kitchen listening to the steady tap of raindrops against the window. The air had that unmistakable earthy...

The first chilly evening of October had me curled up in my favorite armchair, listening to the wind rattle the windows. My grandchildren were visiting...

The first chill of autumn always finds its way into my kitchen, and that’s when I reach for the stockpot. On one of those brisk...

One rainy afternoon last fall, I remember staring out the kitchen window, the gray sky hanging low and heavy, when I thought of how comforting...