There are a handful of Greek words that can be corrupted by kids who may or may not want to eat the dinner in front of them (foolish kids!). I plead the fifth.
Mixed Bean Fasolada (Greek Bean Soup)
This dish is often referred to as “the national food of the Greeks”. It’s ironic that the one person in my family that’s from Greece, is the one that likes beans the least. Yes, Mom, I’m calling you out!
Scottish Cock-A-Leekie Soup
You will likely never eat a truly traditional cock-a-leekie soup. The reason is right there in the name. Sometimes it’s just best not to worry about it.
Spinach Avgolemono Soup
Be prepared, I bought a large (really large) bag of spinach a while back and needed to use it all before losing it to the slime gods. So that means you’re going to see a few recipes using spinach (kind of like when I made a monster load of pesto over the summer!).
Simple Tomato Soup
One of the greatest ironies in life is that tomato soup season does not coincide with tomato season. I think it’s proof that God has a twisted sense of humor. Either that, or a great deal of faith that we would be able to figure something out.
Greek White Fish Stew
Fresh seafood combined with fresh vegetables simmered in a flavorful broth, topped with a sprinkling of crumbled feta cheese, and that comes together in a jiffy… why yes, I’d like seconds, please!
Wild Rice and Pumpkin Soup
This recipe was actually born from an epic fail of one of my earlier experiments in my cooking history. I was *trying* to make a pumpkin infused rice by cooking the rice inside of a pumpkin inside of the oven. It didn’t work.
Ginger-Lime Noodle Soup
My cousin gets the credit for introducing me to what became the inspiration for this soup. She brought the original recipe with her and said we should make this for dinner. When my cousin says “should” what she really means is “will”, but usually I’m game for whatever plans she concocts, so it works out anyway!
Cabbage-Beef Soup
I made this soup on a whim to use up scraps from another recipe. I uttered the words “oh my God!” when I tried it. I may have thrown in another term, too, but I’m keeping this site “G” rated.
Clam Chowder
Portland, Oregon, circa 1981. My parents and I are dining at a swanky hotel restaurant. I order clam chowder and am served something that can only be described as nectar of the gods.
