Good Food, Good People, New Places

There is just a thing about soup. Something about both making it and eating it, where it’s this delightful, warming, comforting thing. The whole experience is the closest you can come to having your cake and eating it too because it’s fulfilling before you’ve even had it, and still after it’s gone. And people have been onto this for a long time. Everyone kind of gets it. I even spent half my adolescence reading never-ending iterations of Chicken Soup for the Soul/Teenage Soul/Cat-lover’s Soul/Bae’s Soul books. (Remember those?)...