I have yet to meet a person who doesn’t look forward to the coming of autumn if for nothing else than the anticipation of hot soups and warm bread. In lieu of our gargantuan harvest of kale this summer and fall, (it just kept growing and growing), I’ve become rather addicted in my obvious (this soup) and hidden ways to incorporate kale into pretty much everything we eat.

Getting Abby to eat kale isn’t a problem, Wyndham however will literally regurgitate any green leafy substance that accidentally makes it into his esophagus. I probably shouldn’t talk about food regurgitation whilst trying to paint you a mouthwatering picture of this soup. So, I shall end things there. Does this soup magically entice my son to eat kale? Nope. What? You thought I was going to say different? Nope, sorry.

But he will eat everything else and pick the kale out and I’ll just give him a sideways look when he pronounces how utterly disgusting kale is and my eyes glaze over in order to ignore his sauce (this would be called picking and choosing one’s battles with a toddler), to fond memories of that morning. Of him slurping down a smoothie that had near a pound of fresh kale in it. Disgusting. Or, delicious as he usually pronounces over the smoothies I make him. Ah, children, so easy to trick. Next up, Santa Claus. Therapy inducing stuff, I know.

In the meantime, there will always be the comforting warmth of homemade soup on cold autumn and winter days. Especially after a therapy session.