Making and tending to soup has become my favorite Sunday thing (along with Dateline) Watching soup “become” is weirdly satisfying. I guess all cooking and baking is like that- I mean hello?? Flour, sugar, eggs n stuff become cake… But soups-much chopping, long-simmering soups- have become my weekend jam. I plan before Saturday markets and I soup on Sunday. Yesterday was beef barley. It was tasted often, but held over for tonight’s dinner. There’s plenty if anyone wants to drop by 
