pastina soupš„£
This was the soup that appeared without asking.
When someone was sick, sad, overtired, or just quiet in a way that worried everyone a little.
Nonna called it ānothing special,ā which is how you know it was everything.
A small bowl, a small spoon, and the feeling that someone was taking care of you.
The One That Heals Everything: Pastina Soup š²
Ingredients:
For the soup base:
1 tbsp olive oil
1 small onion, finely diced
2 garlic cloves, minced
2 medium carrots, peeled and diced
6 cups low-sodium chicken or vegetable broth
Salt and black pepper, to taste
For the pasta:
¾ cup pastina or any tiny pasta
To finish:
2 tbsp fresh parsley, chopped
Optional:
A drizzle of olive oil
A pinch of chili flakes
Grated Parmesan
Directions:
Heat the olive oil in a pot over medium heat. Add the onion and carrots and cook gently for 5 to 7 minutes, until soft and sweet.
Stir in the garlic and cook for about 1 minute, just until fragrant.
Pour in the broth and bring to a gentle boil, then lower to a simmer.
Season with salt and pepper, then stir in the pastina.
Let the pastina cook directly in the broth for about 5 to 6 minutes, stirring occasionally, until tender.
Taste and adjust seasoning as needed.
Turn off the heat and stir in the fresh parsley.
Serve hot with whatever comfort looks like today: a little olive oil, a pinch of chili flakes, or a dusting of Parmesan.
Tip:
If youāre making this for little ones, try alphabet pasta or tiny stars. Somehow it turns a sick day into story time, and the bowl empties faster than you expect.
Nutritional Information:
ā° Prep Time: 10 mins
š„ Cooking Time: 20 mins
ā³ Total Time: 30 mins
ā” Calories: about 220 per bowl
š½ļø Servings: 4
Who made this for you when you were growing up, and what did it fix that day? Iād love to hear the memories this soup brings back for you.























































































When my husband or I were sick I would get a call to come get āThe Soupā from my Grandma. She lives on the first floor of our flat and we lived on the second floor, so she always knew when one of us were sick. Itās like a big hug in a bowl.