As a kid, some of my greatest memories are of my mom in the kitchen cooking. I loved watching her throw a little salt in, mix around the wooden spoon, throw in more stuff and mix again. She never used measuring spoons or cups; she just knew. My mother worked full-time and ran a business of her own, but always found the time to cook for us. In the fall and winter, I especially loved the soups my mom would make for us; nothing says comfort to me more than soup.
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By Alice Choi