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Noticing November : Bowls of rich soup


Last time I posted some thoughts on November it had to do with food.  It does this time too. 
I think it's because cooler weather and holidays bring people in and places them around tables, kitchen counters, and ovens.  Knowing each other over shared food.  
I think more about food when weather forces all of us inside.  What about you?
A few years ago my mom started having a soup party in the Autumn. 
She hollowed out a large pumpkin and ladled warm, bubbling soup into the seasonal container. 
It was beautiful.  
The kitchen greeted you with a stove filled with large pots of different kinds of soup.  A few crock pots simmered on the counters. 
Ever since that party my mom has been pulling those same recipes out and making them again.  They show up at parties, baby showers, and sometimes family dinners. 
I don't like to eat soup during the summer, but it fits Autumn just right. 
Soup soothes.  And something about it feels not as complicated.  Some recipes require oh so many steps, but somehow one container housing all of the ingredients seems to simplify. 
Another appeal of soup is that you can modify everything to your tastes.  I follow a recipe, but definitely alter it, majoring on flavors we like and leaving off what we may not.  I usually always add extra garlic, pepper, onions, and butter.  Most always.  
This is my all time favorite soup: 

Lemon, Orzo, Chicken Meatball Soup
(I actually put 1/2 cup of parmesan and minced garlic  into the meatball mixture.  I also buy fresh rosemary to chop and stir into the broth.  Great woodsy flavors).  

I know the recipe sounds a bit strange.  Perhaps lemon and rosemary don't make their way into your normal Autumnal soup, but this is wonderful.  If the lemon seems too much, omit.  It isn't necessary.  
These chicken meatballs are so flavorful.  I usually don't like chicken or turkey meatballs, but the fragrant herbs and the salty and sharp parmesan give it a punch of flavor.  
The first time my mom made this I couldn't believe how good it was. 
I attempted it despite my lack of experience making meatballs. 
A few winters ago I made it for my friend Sarah.  After she slurped down a bowl she affectionally named it the, "Bowl of Amazingness" and I enjoyed making it for her .
Really, you should try it :) 
The broth is excellent for dipping crusty bread.  

Here is the Broccoli Soup Recipe my mom uses for these parties.  It's very cheesy.  




One of my closest life long friends Jenna always fills her kitchen with 'bowls of amazingness' or plates, platters, frying pans, muffin tins and cookie sheets of amazingness.  When I want a good recipe I ask her. 
I asked her the other day for a new soup recipe and here was the answer.
Lasagna Soup : 

Here is one other tip Jenna gave me many years ago.  She told me to always add a can of enchilada sauce to any Taco Soup I made.  She's right.  It can be red or green enchilada sauce.  Either works.  I prefer green enchilada sauce.  The sauce really adds a rich depth of flavor.  If I leave it off, I know.  It's not the same.  

What soup do you most often serve? What tips do you have? 
What recipe reminds your family of home? 


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