During the long, cold winter months, my kids know all too well that I could happily subsist on soup alone. I find it both comforting and nourishing. Even better, it’s an easy going dish—or meal, if you’re me. I love that soup doesn’t have to be complicated, allows for improvisation and if we were to boil soup down to its very essence, it really is whatever you make of it. That’s true for so many choices we consciously make in life—both in and out of the kitchen.