Shorpo. In my memories

Living outside your country brings a lot of nostalgic mood. This story on telling story about soup made me remember not only Kyrgyz cuisine but also my friends, interviews with people, music and my country. Being a foreigner is also means of reflection on yourself in your native country…

Lugaw: Our middle ground

Food is often attached to my favorite memories. The senses tucked around your brain can bring back images of a time…

Miso: A Bowl of Soup for Generations

One spoonful and I think about her smile. Another taste and I think about her laugh. The more…

Autumn Soup

It was a rainy, dreary, yet crisp mid-autumn afternoon. The intense dark storm clouds in the Phoenix sky were certainly a welcome sight after so many seemingly endless days of uncomfortable, miserable heat. The leaves on our trees in the back yard were now starting to turn various shades of yellow, orange…

A Taste of Home

I sat on the swing set and stared down at my yellow rain boots. The rain disguised my tears and I ignored the sound of the other…

Soup for the Soul

Hot steam billows out of the bowl. The slight tingle of burning skin spreading through my fingers. Feet padding across the…

My Chowder Needs Some Pepper

By Jessie Martin

Chicken Noodle Soup for the Soul Uses a Lot of Salt and Pepper