In Mill Valley, most evenings are met with a thick layer of fog that rolls over the mountains from the bay. After a long day of school or soccer practice, I loved pulling into the driveway and smelling my dad's cooking wafting through the kitchen window. I've always been a pretty good eater, aside from my general aversion to vegetables, but when incorporated into a soup, I can tolerate and even enjoy them. This winter minestrone soup reminds me of home, the flavors are bright and it's hearty enough to make into a meal, especially paired with some crusty bread. Now all we need is some heavy fog across the LA basin.