Grammy’s Gnocchi Soup brings comfort to moving day with crispy bacon.
Late one fall, I found myself carrying a red Dutch oven up three flights of stairs to my very first city apartment. Moving in was a whirlwind of boxes and echoes, but the first dinner, it had to be Grammy’s Gnocchi Soup. I had always loved how the aroma of fresh rosemary intertwined with crispy bacon felt like a warm hug from her. Growing up, it was our cure-all, and now, it was my grounding ritual in this new chapter.
I remember that chilly day, brightly decorated with crunchy fall leaves, as I lined the counter with the ingredients. Chopped kale and heaps of gnocchi sat ready to dive into that pot of bubbling broth. Cooking through the chaos of move-in day was an anchoring moment. While stirring the soup, I realized the golden onions needed a patient touch, just like Grammy used to say, to coax out their sweetness. I found comfort in adding coconut milk, a little nod to creativity that Grammy would have appreciated.
When the soup was ready, a sprinkle of parmesan and a scattering of sizzling bacon were all it needed. I ladled the soup into mismatched bowls, feeling the warmth seep into my hands. It was a small victory against the overwhelming newness. My very own moving-day tradition had begun, seasoned with rosemary and nostalgia, embracing change with each comforting bite.