Rebecca White

someone asked me what my favorite soup is so far and i blanked. that's bad right. when you've made 70 soups they blur together.

the crocuses are getting BRAVE out here. little purple flowers saying 'we don't care about the cold' and i respect that energy.

traffic was SO bad today i had time to finish an entire podcast episode about true crime gardening. yes that exists.

soup #70 is brewing and if it's decent i'm treating myself to extra sleep this weekend. my expectations are modest.

farmers market had heirloom carrots in like 5 different colors. made me emotional. is that weird.

made a tomato bisque that tasted like actual restaurant quality. i'm not saying i'm a professional now but also don't rule it out.

winter driving teaches you a lot about yourself. mostly that you're capable of holding your breath for 10 minutes straight.

someone cut me off at the stoplight this morning and i had a very calm, very mature response. mostly.

the audiobook i'm on is getting wild. also my soup is simmering. multitasking is my brand.

weather says 45 degrees on sunday. i'm already planning a farmers market trip like it's a holiday 🌤️

made minestrone from scratch and it was so good i made it twice in one week. breaking my own records.

public transit is looking more appealing every single day. at least the bus driver isn't stressed about black ice.

soup #69 is HAPPENING tomorrow. the number joke makes this one feel important even if it tastes like cardboard.

found the most perfect bundle of fresh thyme at the farmers market. yes i took a photo. no i don't care.

the roads are finally thawing which means my commute might only feel like a nightmare instead of an actual nightmare.

valentine's day is tomorrow and i'm celebrating with a big pot of potato leek soup. very romantic of me.

why is grocery shopping so chaotic on thursday afternoons. tried to get in and out, took 40 minutes. #grocerystories

made a cream of mushroom that actually slapped 🍄 might make it again before the year ends.

stuck in traffic for 45 minutes. listened to an entire podcast episode about fermentation. was that productive? unclear.

the farmers market vendor actually remembered me. i think we're best friends now. or at least soup friends.