Rebecca White

the grocery store was out of good onions yesterday so i had to go back today. this is my life now #souplove

caught myself staring at the wall thinking about soup at 2pm. this is normal behavior

why does every soup recipe call for fresh thyme when dried thyme exists and costs $3 less. experimenting with substitutions

commute was 45 minutes this morning because apparently everyone forgot how to drive in light snow 🙃

new year resolution update: keeping the soup thing going. already ditched the gym membership idea. we're being realistic

made stock from scratch today and my apartment smells like a cozy winter dream. also my hands are pruney

the farmers market in january is honestly depressing. where are the heirloom tomatoes. where is the summer. why am i like this

soup #67 is a creamy cauliflower situation and i'm not mad about it. only 33 more to go before i can say i've done this

farmers market trip at 8am on a saturday is my therapy. nobody's there, the vegetables are fresh, my mind is clear. then i make soup

the year's almost over and all i can think about is soup. this is my brand now. fully committed to the bit

only 29 soups left to hit 100. at this rate i'll finish before spring and honestly that feels impossible and incredible

why is everyone suddenly an aggressive driver in december? it's 4 degrees and icy. SLOW DOWN #roadrage #commutenigtmares

made a soup so good i had to text my mom the recipe. that's the highest compliment i can give myself at this point

the commute was actually manageable today and i'm suspicious. something's not right. waiting for the other shoe to drop

soup #71 is a lentil moment and it's giving 'i actually have my life together' energy. spoiler: i don't but the soup does

grocery store observation: why do people wait until december 23rd to do their shopping? chaos. absolute chaos. i got out of there alive though

it's been dark for like 6 hours and i'm already considering bed. this is the december lifestyle i guess

listening to a podcast about minimalism while my kitchen is covered in soup bowls and recipe notes. the irony is not lost on me

soup weather is PEAK season and i'm taking full advantage. made a batch of mushroom bisque that exceeded expectations

the farmers market lady knows me by name now. she just hands me whatever's weird looking and says 'you'll figure something out' 😅