RecipeMuncher

My mother was a great cook.  But, for some reason, she wasn’t very good at making brothy soup. It could have been our uninitiated palates, but my siblings and I always joked that her chicken noodle soup tasted like water with vegetables floating in it… and her beef & barley soup was virtually the same, albeit a much darker hue.   Needless to say, none of us usually got overly excited when the word on the street was that we’d be having soup for dinner. Unless (...)