Every other Saturday during my childhood, we would have this soup or a variation of it – sometimes with angel-hair noodles or egg stirred through it. I’ve always called it my Nonna’s soup, as it reminds me of her every time I eat it. It’s a regular wintertime soup on my menu. I usually double the recipe (adding extra salt to taste) and eat it over a couple of days for lunch and dinner. It’s really one of my favourites! I love the clear fennel-scented cleansing broth with droplets of olive oil coating on top and the fragrant taste of...