In winter, soup is a cook's best friend.
We find comfort even before we sit down to dinner — browning aromatics, eking flavor from a tangle of bones. Tasting, tweaking and tasting again until we arrive at a brew that warms both body and soul.
But what do we do in summer? Shun our steadfast pal? Cast aside what sustained us though dark times? Say goodbye? Adieu? Adios?
Well, yes. But emphatically, no.
Maybe we greet soup's chill summer cousins: tonics that cheer us as temperatures spike and patience in the kitchen plummets to its annual low.
Consider the study in contrasts:
Winter soups are soothing. Summer soups are surprising.
Winter soups require pots. Summer soups can be born in a blender.