My husband and I have a new habit: These days, we almost always have soup for lunch. He started this new tradition a few weeks ago, when the weather started to turn cold, and I happily began to join in.
Soups and stews are very popular in Germany, where I’m from; thick lentil, pea, or potato soups enriched with smoked sausage (knackwurst, or knacker) are all German wintertime classics. But my relationship with liquid foods hasn't been the most harmonious. As a child, I ate soup, but I wasn’t particularly fond of it. I always felt that there was something missing, or maybe I just wasn’t ready for it yet.