Come fall, we have a tradition in our house, soups once a week – even if we’re hit with one of those bizarre 80-degree Kansas heat waves. Although, Kevin and I sort of have different ideas on what constitutes the perfect soup. While I adore all variations of soup, I happen to especially love pureed soups with layers of flavor you can elegantly slurp up; he, on the other hand, prefers hearty soups with meat that require chewing – pureed soups literally baffle him.