by Katy Kauffman @KatyKauffman28
I feel like a grown woman now—I know how to make my own soup. I know this isn’t a trait that’s necessary to live in the real world. But there’s something satisfying about making food from scratch. Cookies, bread, banana pie. I’ve made those before. But soup—well, mine turned out to be like gravy—makes me feel bonded to pioneer women of past generations. Except I had electricity.
You have to let it simmer. The butter and the flour need a good simmering before the other ingredients are added, and then it simmers some more. Meanwhile, anticipation simmers in my tummy about the yummy rice bowl I’ll eat that night.
