At my grandmother’s home in Detroit, our Lenten fast was broken with a traditional Polish Easter soup (Biały Barszcz)—bowls filled to the brim with smoked meats, eggs, cheese, and rye bread, ladled over the top with a tangy white broth made from the cooking of the Easter kielbasa.In Poland, this soup is served on the Monday after Easter to finish the leftovers. In the Polish-American communities in the U.S. this tended to become the main meal on Easter Sunday because unlike in Poland, Monday was not a holiday and folks had to work on Monday.The traditional recipe can be found here: https://apolishkitchen.blogspot.com/2010/04/traditional-easter-soup.html

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My first day at kindergarten; I do not remember getting on the big, yellow, school bus to go home. I only remember being put on a bus. Someone put a tag on my chest that let everyone know which bus I was to take home. They put me on the wrong bus. I was only five—what did I know? I only remembered my address: “10964 McKean Road.” Everyone had been delivered safely home. I was the only one left on the bus. The bus driver asked me where did I live? I answered “10964 McKean Road.” “Show me your address!” She checked my tag and said. “You are on the wrong bus!” Makes no difference, I knew my address “10964 McKean Road.” The bus driver headed for McKean Road, I recognized my house and got off. My mother was frantic. I was over an hour late getting home. “What happened? Why are you so late?” I had no idea. I sprawled out on the dining room floor and “read” the comic section of the newspaper. My mother brought me a bowl of chicken soup. I ate it on the floor. I was oblivious to my mother’s questions. I just enjoyed my soup.Chicken soup was a staple at our home when I was growing up. At weddings a fancy version was served which was very clear and contained very fine Polish kluski, or noodles. I have since learned that the Poles do not call what we know as noodles, kluski, but reserve the word for dumplings. But in our house, all noodles were kluski. My version is the one my mother made, with lots of vegetables that grew on the farm.

Hearty winter soup, everything but the kitchen sink. Good for a hangover.

Great recipe my grandma I've enjoyed since I was little and now everyone in my family loves it! Also could put in crock pot and cook on low for 4-5 hours!

This is my first soup ever made!!! Im so proud of it and my family loved it!! I fix this with a grilled cheese sandwich on the side. It also goes great with toast, crackers, and especially Stacys Simply Naked pita chips!

This is my favourite food for autumn and winter, it is really good to make you warm :) it should be a little sweet but not too much. You can eat it with roasted baguette with herbs or only with bread ;) Enjoy!

When I met my Hungarian girlfriend I soon learned that all my life I had been eating something completely different than I thought.The "goulash" I ate throughout my life (the one you can find in Dutch snackbars and households) resembles more to a poor imitation of what in Hungary they call pörkölt. This recipe for a traditional gulyásleves, comes from the region of Transylvania (Székelyföld) and it tastes delicious.

I posted a very similar recipe a little while ago using pigeon. This is a traditional comforting Portuguese soup that is made often in our household.

When I cook chicken at home, I remove the skin most of the time. So I always cook this with the removed skin. ♪Chicken breast doesn't have much skin, so you need 2 slices. If you use thigh meat, skin from 1 thigh would be enough.I used Japanese leek this time, but spinach or chives are also delicious. ♪ Recipe by OBU

After having been carved, the carcass of a smoked duck makes a delicious broth for a quick smoked duck soup wild rice dinner, gamey and lean, perfect with wild rice. Here is the recipe.#GoldenApron23

Using chicken stock or broth to boil the chicken increases the broth flavor. Its a super delicious soup granddaughter approved. Normally she will not eat her food mixed but one taste and she never stopped eating it till the bowl was completely empty.