It’s Always Soup Season in My Soul

I have been a fan of soup my whole life. Broths and bisques, consommés and chowders, I adore them all.

And it doesn’t matter to me what time of year it is, either. I’ll eat a steaming bowl of stew in the middle of a sweltering summer and not think twice about it. I’ve often tried to order soup off the menu when I’m traveling, and waiters in steamy locales like Bali and Brazil look at me like I’m crazy. “But madame, it’s summer.”

(These are also usually the places with eight-page menus, of which only eight total items are really available to