My dad is a chef and my mom is no stranger to the kitchen either. I’m pretty sure I get my comfort in the kitchen because of my genes. Ok, so maybe there’s some nurture going on, too, since I practice. A lot.
Back to my dad. He owned a popular restaurant in Michigan with my uncle until only a few years ago when they retired. Dad was the chef. Uncle was front of the house. Both perfectly suited to their jobs. (Mom was famous for her cheesecake and her table-side cooking, which I will share a funny story of that in the future.)
One of the things for which my dad was known was his soup making abilities. People still talk about it.
The other night I wanted to make a homemade soup with the cauliflower I had. I don’t usually relish the thought of making cauliflower to eat (roasted or steamed) but I do enjoy it in a soup. I also had some carrots and onion and homemade bone broth (i.e., stock). I teach you how to make your own bone broth easily here.
I was feeling soulful and decided that I would activate my dad’s soup-making genes in me to enhance my soup. It totally worked.