Before we took over the cafe, when we sold soup out of Lea’s little car, there was a particular day I remember, in the late summer of ’98, when we had 10 or 20 samples of this cabbage soup in ...

The art of making soup was a mystery to me as a child. Though my mother cooked well and often, whenever I had a bowl of soup to nurse a cold or for a quick meal, it came from a can. (Sorry to out ...