Soup is the only dish that doesn’t require celebration. It’s for weekdays. For hard days. For those who can’t cook anything but water and salt.
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The first step is the base. Not broth from a packet. Not cubes. Take a bone. Beef, chicken, pork. Place it in a saucepan. Add onion, carrot, celery. Pour in water. Bring to a boil. Skim off any foam. This isn’t cooking. This is cleansing.
The second is time. At least 4 hours. 8 is better. Let the bones give everything they have: collagen, minerals, flavor. This isn’t food. This is medicine. Collagen is skin. It’s joints. It’s inner silence.
The third is vegetables. Don’t just “cut.” Cut with love. Carrots – into thin slices. Onions – into half rings. Garlic – whole cloves. Let them cook without falling apart. Let them hold their shape. Let them be witnesses.
Fourth – herbs. Parsley, dill, basil – add them at the end. Not at the beginning. They are not ingredients. They are breath. Their aroma is the soup’s final kiss.
