Soup misses you. It remembers the days when it was your kitchen champion, when it kept you warm at night in the dead of winter. But the minute spring arrived, you abandoned it. You turned to salads, to everything grilled and blanched. You had a heartbreaking fling with pastas.
Despite your indiscretions, soup understands -- and it wants to be your warm-weather love all the same. This spring, if you stop by the farmers’ market, it will happily show off your seasonal haul. It will give you bowlfuls of creamy asparagus and bright, brothy ramps. It will be hot if you like -- or chilled to keep you cool. And when you at last come home to soup, it will be right there waiting for you.