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I believe a bowl of Creamy Steak and Potato Soup can calm down a frantic Tuesday like nothing else — it’s a Midwestern hug with a Bay Area attitude. People are out here making soup like it’s an Olympic sport (have you seen Instagram?), and I refuse to watch another glossy broth take itself so seriously.

If you’re the kind of person who loves cozy, unapologetic soups (and who doesn’t?), you’ll also appreciate the way this leans into comfort without trying too hard — like my love for that perfectly pureed broccoli soup that everyone steals the spoon from.

How I Totally Ruined This, Then Tried Again

The first time I made this, the kitchen smelled like burnt ambition and sadness. I overcooked the steak until it had the texture of regret (you know, chewy and morally questionable), and the potatoes turned into a starchy glue that clung to the spoon like a needy ex. There was a weird sizzling sound — not the sexy sear sizzle, more a pan-cry — and at one point the garlic decided to go rogue and almost burned. Embarrassing? Yes. Did I eat it anyway because of salt and disbelief? Also yes.

I have a vivid memory of someone knocking on my door mid-soup disaster (why do people always arrive then?), and I nearly served them what could best be described as liquid mashed potato with beef bits. That was a learning moment. Or humiliation. Whatever.

Why This Version Finally Not-Sad Works

What changed: I stopped trying to be dramatic. Emotionally I accepted that soup is not haute cuisine; practically I paid attention to timing. Browning the steak properly (not cremating it) and keeping the potatoes distinct mattered. Also — this is the honest part — I started using a splash of cream at the end instead of trying to "fix" things with prolonged simmering (pro-tip: prolonged simmering often equals sadness). There was patience, tiny victories, and the realization that texture is a personality trait.

So now this recipe — yes, this creamy steak and potato soup — feels balanced: the beef gives it backbone, the cream gives it softness, the potatoes hold everything together without becoming glue. Confidence? Mostly. Doubt? Perpetual, like my spice drawer.

Ingredients

1 lb steak, cut into bite-sized pieces
2 cups potatoes, diced
1 onion, chopped
3 cloves garlic, minced
4 cups beef broth
1 cup heavy cream
2 tbsp olive oil
Salt and pepper to taste
Fresh parsley, for garnish

If you want to pair this with something to scoop the sorrow away (or impress a date), consider a simple dip — I occasionally serve it with a creamy feta and roasted red pepper dip and call it a spread. Budget, texture, availability — I say use what you love, or what’s left in the fridge at 8 p.m.

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How to Make the Soup (but not like a robot)

In a large pot, heat the olive oil over medium heat. Add the steak and cook until browned. Remove from the pot and set aside.
In the same pot, add onion and garlic, sautéing until translucent.
Add the diced potatoes and beef broth, bringing it to a boil.
Reduce heat and let simmer until potatoes are tender, about 15-20 minutes.
Stir in the heavy cream and the cooked steak. Season with salt and pepper. Simmer for an additional 5 minutes.
Serve hot, garnished with fresh parsley.

Also: do not obsess over perfect knife cuts unless you enjoy tiny, precise tragedies. Browning steak is the loud part (it makes a GOOD noise) — pay attention then step away. Stirring too much makes potatoes sad; simmer with respect. IF your soup looks too thin, it is not a personality flaw, it’s a texture problem (try mashing a few potatoes in the pot). And yes, sometimes I add a splash of milk because cream ran out. Acceptable compromises are allowed. EMOTIONALLY, this helps.

Okay, but what about your life? (Reader talk)

Do you also have 14 different bowls and only one matching lid? Do you microwave soup because you forgot dinner exists? Tell me your tragic soup story. No, really — I assume we share the same pantry sins and the same habit of eating half a recipe while tasting. How do you feel about leftovers that improve overnight? Personally, I worship them. Do you want extra cheese on top? Is that blasphemy for soup? Questions, questions.

Also, if you ever want to make something richer and wildly irresponsible for company, there’s a staggeringly indulgent mac-and-cheese variant I fell into once — it’s basically a mood and a celebration rolled into pasta — the High-Protein Creamy Philly Cheesesteak Mac & Cheese Bliss. I don’t recommend eating it every day, but I will defend it at brunch.

Frequently Asked Questions

Can I use a different cut of beef? +

Yes. Use whatever you can afford and can brown nicely. Tender cuts are lovely but more expensive; flank or sirloin works fine if sliced thin.

Can I make this vegetarian? +

You can, but it will be a different soup. Use mushrooms and vegetable broth, maybe add a splash of soy sauce for depth. I miss the beef, but sometimes I pretend mushrooms are meat.

How long does this keep? +

In the fridge, about 3–4 days. Reheat gently; cream can split if you panic it with high heat, so low and patient wins.

Can I freeze it? +

Potatoes can get grainy after freezing, so I’m not your freezer evangelist here. If you must, freeze before adding the cream, then thaw and stir in fresh cream when reheating.

Any garnish recommendations? +

Fresh parsley is classic. If you want to be extra, a drizzle of olive oil or a handful of chives works. Or just salt. Salt is underrated.

I don’t want to summarize because that feels like a neat box I never fit into. So — soup bowls are on the table, the kettle is humming, and I keep thinking about how a simple pot can make a Tuesday bearable. Also I should stop writing and start eating but there’s the mailman and my cat is demanding attention and I probably left a pan on the stove — hold on, did I turn off the stove?