I have to admit that I am a little shocked
that I’m sitting here in my pajamas writing an introduction to a blog entirely
devoted to soup. I shouldn’t be that surprised. There are blogs devoted to cats, baby
strollers, lint and other oddities like weird food, weird places, weird
clothing and, well, just being weird.
Okay, so I totally made up the lint part but you know there probably is
one. My love and affection for soup has
brought me to this blog to share my love through stories, ideas and of course
recipes!
I wholeheartedly adore everything about fall
and could care less about summer. Now
don’t get offended you sun-lovers and bathing beauties. I don’t mind summer but I just don’t get
jazzed about it. I get jazzed about fall. Now let me tell you why: pumpkin-spiced
lattes, boots, perfect hair, jackets, football, yard sale-ing, leggings,
sweatshirts, pumpkin pie, awesome holidays, scarves, bonfires, camping,
tailgating, my make-up stays on, not having to shave every day, jeans and of
course…SOUP! HOLLA!
I love soup!
Why you might ask? Because it’s
easy. It freezes, makes plenty, you
always have the ingredients, it’s filling, it can be healthy or not (depending
on your stress level) and it’s simple.
There is a soup for everyone. I
have never met anyone that didn’t like soup.
They may not like a kind of soup or an ingredient but most people eat
soup. It also brings people
together. Soup is not meant to eat in
solidarity. Soup is made to sit around
the dining room table and talk, share stories and spend time with family and
friends. Soup is a lover, not a hater.
I decided to honor my love of soup by
creating a tradition. I committed to making a different soup every Sunday from
October to February. I am a working
woman and this commitment insisted that I take time to do one of the things I
cherish most – cooking. Every Sunday, I
choose my Pandora station, pour a glass of wine (or beer depending on the
soup) and start cooking. I have
recipes of my own, some from the Internet, and some from family and
friends. Over the years this tradition
was dubbed “Souper Sunday.”
So there you have it, the quick and easy
history of Souper Sunday. Next time I’ll
tell you about my partners in crime and our big dreams.
'Till next time,
Natalie
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