LETTER FROM THE EDITORS
a bowlful of goodness THERE’S NOTHING QUITE LIKE THE LAST SLURP OF A DELICIOUS BOWL OF SOUP OR STEW. The spoon is on the table—but there’s no use for it when you’re getting every last drop. Manners go out the door. You take the bowl in both hands and knock it back in one fell swoop. You can feel the broth warming your bones and radiating out from your core. Soup is magical. A cup of chicken noodle heals us—or at least if it does—when we’re lethargic and sniffling. A big pot of lip-smackin’ gumbo unites even the biggest rivals at a tailgate. And a phone call with your grandma to get the secret ingredient in her famed ham bone soup connects you even though you’re hundreds of miles apart. Soups bring solace. And…