When it came to throwing a party, my Grandma Rose Mary was a pro.  While I was lost in a mass of aunts, uncles, and cousins, she was making the party happen.  Her presence was strong yet subtle.  Her gatherings taught me to value my extended family.

As a child and then a young adult, I got to know Grandma in more intimate settings.  We shared dozens of lunches over the course of many years.  During these meals, I learned about her.  She and I had attended the same elementary school, and so I loved her stories about the nuns, about early morning music lessons, and about the time she won a radio at field day. As I got older, she told me about her travels to India, Afghanistan, and other places I will probably never see.

Sometimes we dined at the Younkers Tea Room, and sometimes we shared soup in her kitchen.  I still see myself in that farm kitchen, seated on a bench against the wall…  asking lots of questions, drawing her out, and seeing the stories flow into one another.  Once, when I was learning to cook, she passed on a few of her favorite soup recipes.  I love her soups and I love that her handwriting is mixed in my messy recipe files.

Grandma Rose Mary’s Ground Beef Soup with Rosie Stars is a winter standard in my home.  Over the years, I have adapted it to my tastes.  Although it comes together quickly, it has smooth, rich flavors.  Tomato juice and Italian parsley lend it brightness.  Shredded cabbage makes it mellow.  Ground beef and pasta give it heft.  I make this soup on Sunday and eat it throughout the week, thinning it with water as needed.