Sunday is for Soup

Sundays are soup-making days. I make enough for the week, for those quick, comforting bowls of warmth.

First, there is always broccoli/ginger/lemongrass, and, once cooked, an iceberg of goat cheese is indeed much larger below the surface than it is above. And further down, the turkey/leek/mushroom affair that was made off the top of my head when I had both thyme and time on my hands.