My father was a wonderful cook. As one of six Depression-era children living in a New York City tenement, he grew up in a household that wasted nothing. Especially food. This soup was his favorite recipe, not just because it’s delicious and uses up the last of a turkey, but because it was the only one of his mother’s recipes he could remember. For me, the best thing about cooking a turkey (besides the leftover sandwiches served with hot tea) is serving this soup with whole wheat molasses bread.  And since this weekend will be a busy one with family and friends and pumpkin and apple pickings, this soup will be the perfect meal to end a wonderful day!


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