N
obody makes soup for a
stranger. Think about that the
next time someone hands you a
bowl. Soup is slow and unglamorous, and
it can’t be rushed or photographed well. It
is what we cook when we want someone
to be all right, and have no better words
for it.
Broth · Essay
Soup
is a love
language
By Rafael Duarte · 6 min read
