Ah, soup season. The time of year when your kitchen smells like a cozy hug, and your jeans fit a little tighter because, let’s be honest, you've eaten an entire pot of soup in one sitting. There’s something magical about the colder months that make soup feel like a complete meal, even if you know you’ve thrown half of a bread loaf into it as well. Soup season is here, and we’re ready to embrace it with all the ladles, chunky vegetables, and an occasional accidental spill on your favorite sweater.
But here's the thing about soup season: it’s not just about the soup.
It's about the experience. The ritual of it all. The sound of simmering broth on the stove. The comforting, swirling warmth of a bowl between your hands. And of course, the profound realization that soup is basically a hug in a bowl.
So, let’s dive in (metaphorically, though it can get messy) and explore what makes soup season one of the the best times of year.
It starts innocently enough. You’re browsing the fridge, thinking “I’ll just make a little something to warm up,” and boom—you’ve accidentally created a soup so massive that it could feed a small army. But do you stop there? Oh no. You’re in soup mode. You pull out every vegetable you’ve ignored for the last few days, a random can of beans that’s been sitting in your pantry since 2015, and before you know it, you’re crafting a masterpiece.
Soup is like a slow-burning love. It begins with chopping, then stirring, then tasting (and maybe sampling a little too much). As the broth heats up, the magic happens. It's like your ingredients are having a little party, and you're invited as the chief taste tester. The end result? A pot of liquid gold.
It’s always a problem: how much soup is enough? You begin by thinking you’ll make a modest batch to get through the week. You chop up some carrots, throw in some garlic, and add just a dash of seasoning. But then—just like in those infomercials—you can’t stop. A bit more broth, a few more veggies, a whole potato, and maybe a dash of cinnamon for some reason?
By the end of it, you have a cauldron of soup large enough to feed your entire extended family—and that’s after you’ve already eaten two bowls. It’s a cycle that repeats every week. So you freeze half, promising to eat it later, only to find that same half in the back of the freezer in June. But that’s a problem for future you, right?
Soup is great on its own, but the key to soup season glory lies in pairing. A steaming bowl of homemade soup is lonely without its trusty sidekick: bread. This is where the real magic happens. You grab a crusty baguette, dip it in your soup, and feel like you’ve just unlocked the “ultimate comfort food achievement.”
But be careful! One bowl quickly becomes two, and before you know it, you’ve consumed enough bread to make a bakery proud. You might tell yourself, "I’ll only have one slice," but your brain knows better. The pull of carbs is too strong, and your body has fully embraced the concept of soup as a side dish for bread. It’s just how things work in soup season.
Here’s the beauty of soup season: variety. You can make anything from a chunky minestrone to a silky smooth butternut squash puree, and it will still be soup. But let’s be honest—there are some soups that are just more forgiving than others.
Take potato leek soup, for instance. It’s basically a way of getting away with eating butter and potatoes in large quantities while still feeling like you’re "eating your vegetables." You can pour it into your favorite bowl and pretend you’re at a cozy café in Paris (even though you’re at home in sweatpants with crumbs in your lap). And then there's the classic chicken noodle soup—a nostalgic bowl of comfort that promises to fix everything.
But perhaps the ultimate champion of soup season is the leftover soup. You know, the soup you make when you throw whatever you have left in the fridge into a pot and call it “artisan.” Suddenly, that random bag of spinach, half a chicken breast, and a few sad mushrooms transforms into a culinary masterpiece. It’s art. And also slightly questionable, but that’s what makes it magical.
If you've ever tried to eat soup while sitting on the couch or at your desk, you know the struggle is real. There’s a fine art to holding a bowl steady while trying not to spill the soup on your lap. A fine art that I have clearly not mastered.
First, the spoon dips too low and splashes some liquid on your sleeve. Then, the soup cools faster than you can say “comfort food,” but you keep eating anyway. And don't even get me started on the bread-dipping technique—accidental bread drops are a rite of passage in soup season.
You’ve done it. You’ve gone too far. You've had one bowl too many, and now you’re sitting there in a soup-induced coma, wondering if you should unbutton your pants. You feel both proud and a little ashamed as you lean back in your chair, cradling your bloated stomach. But deep down, you know that nothing will taste better in a few hours than a bowl of soup—maybe with a little less bread this time.
But in that moment, it’s all worth it. Because soup, my friends, is the meal that keeps on giving. It warms your soul, fills your belly, and provides a delightful distraction from the fact that winter seems like it’s never going to end. (Spoiler: it will, but not anytime soon.)
So here’s to soup season: the time of year when you get to embrace your inner culinary wizard and your outer couch potato. From hearty stews to light broths, soup is the ultimate comfort food that will see you through the long, chilly months ahead. And let’s be honest, nothing feels quite as satisfying as knowing you’ve turned a few humble ingredients into a warm, comforting masterpiece—just be sure to have enough napkins for the inevitable spill.
Now, go ahead and whip up that soup. The season is yours to conquer, one ladle at a time!
Cheers!
Jenny