Soups

This was meant to be a lazy Tuesday soup—quick, simple, just to use up the cold chicken lurking in the fridge. But I’ll be honest: …

The first time I made this, I had a bag of limp celeriac from the market and a hangry household begging for “proper soup.” I …

I’ll be honest—celeriac used to intimidate me. It looks like a knobbly turnip with a bad attitude. But once you peel past the rough exterior, …

I made this soup on one of those chilly Sunday afternoons when all I wanted was something warm in a bowl that didn’t involve too …

There’s something about this soup that reminds me of quiet afternoons when the weather’s a bit grim, and the kitchen smells like something good’s coming. …

This soup is pure comfort. I first made it on a cold, damp evening when all I wanted was something rich enough to count as …

There’s something about asparagus soup that feels like spring finally turned up. I made this one the first weekend the market had decent bunches—green, snappy, …

I made this soup on one of those “what do I even cook tonight” Tuesdays. You know the ones—half a bag of potatoes knocking about, …

This is the soup I make when the week feels a bit grim, the fridge is half-empty, and I need something that feels like a …

This soup started as a bit of a fridge-clearer on a cold Tuesday, if I’m honest. I had half a pack of mushrooms going soft, …