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Instant Pot Soup Recipes — The Albondigas That Brought Me Back Home

The week after state and I'm in that weird emotional hangover where the adrenaline is gone and the house is quiet and the smoker is cold for the first time in months and I don't know what to do with my hands. Jessica says this is what normal people feel like on weekends — "you just... relax, Marcus" — but relaxing feels like a skill I never learned. I'm either on shift, cooking, or both. The idea of sitting on the couch doing nothing makes me anxious in a way that I recognize is not healthy but also have no interest in fixing.

So I cleaned. I cleaned the smoker — a full breakdown, degreased the grates, emptied the firebox, scrubbed the cook chamber. I cleaned the Weber. I organized my spice cabinet, which was overdue — some of those spices had been in there since we moved in and spices don't last forever, no matter what your abuela told you. I threw away an ancient jar of ground cumin that had approximately the flavor profile of dust and bought a new one. Fresh cumin smells like the earth just woke up. Old cumin smells like the earth gave up.

Sofia had a new trick this week: she found the step stool in the kitchen and figured out how to push it to the counter and climb up. This means she can now reach things that were previously safe from her small, grabbing hands. She reached the fruit bowl and ate an entire banana before anyone noticed. She reached a bag of chips and distributed them across the floor like confetti. She reached my jar of cayenne pepper and — thank God — Jessica intercepted her before she opened it, which would have been a trip to the ER and the worst parenting moment of my career.

The step stool has been relocated to the garage. Sofia is furious. Jessica says we need to childproof better. I say we need to teach Sofia that cayenne is not a toy. Jessica says she's two. I say two-year-olds in my family learned about chiles early. Jessica gives me the look. The look wins. The step stool stays in the garage.

Made something low-key this week: albondigas soup. Meatballs — ground beef and pork, with rice and mint mixed in — simmered in a broth with zucchini, carrots, potatoes, and tomatoes. It's a comfort food from my childhood that my mom made every time someone was sick or sad or just needed to feel held. I wasn't sick or sad — just deflated, post-competition, needing something that tasted like home. The soup did what it always does: it made the kitchen warm and the house smell like safety and the empty feeling in my chest fill back up. I saved a bowl for my mom and dropped it off Tuesday. She tasted it and said "you used too much mint." She's wrong, but I love her.

This is the recipe I keep coming back to when the emotional tank is empty and I need food to do the heavy lifting—albondigas, the soup my mom made every time someone in our house needed to feel better. The Instant Pot cuts the simmer time way down without stripping out any of the warmth, which matters on a Tuesday when you’re dropping off a bowl to your mom and hoping she doesn’t critique the mint level (she will). If you’re coming off something—a long week, a competition, a season, anything—make this. Let the kitchen smell like safety for a little while.

Instant Pot Albondigas Soup

Prep Time: 25 min | Cook Time: 20 min | Total Time: 45 min | Servings: 6

Ingredients

For the meatballs:

  • 1/2 lb ground beef (80/20)
  • 1/2 lb ground pork
  • 1/4 cup long-grain white rice, uncooked
  • 2 tablespoons fresh mint leaves, finely chopped
  • 2 tablespoons fresh cilantro, finely chopped
  • 1 egg
  • 2 garlic cloves, minced
  • 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground cumin

For the broth:

  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 1/2 white onion, diced
  • 3 garlic cloves, minced
  • 2 Roma tomatoes, roughly chopped (or one 14-oz can diced tomatoes)
  • 6 cups low-sodium beef or chicken broth
  • 2 medium carrots, sliced into 1/2-inch rounds
  • 2 Yukon Gold potatoes, cut into 3/4-inch cubes
  • 1 medium zucchini, halved lengthwise and sliced
  • 1 teaspoon dried oregano
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
  • 1 teaspoon kosher salt, plus more to taste
  • Fresh mint and lime wedges, to serve

Instructions

  1. Make the meatballs. In a large bowl, combine ground beef, ground pork, uncooked rice, mint, cilantro, egg, garlic, salt, pepper, and cumin. Mix gently with your hands until just combined—do not overwork. Roll into 1-inch balls (about 30 meatballs total). Set aside on a plate.
  2. Build the base. Set the Instant Pot to Sauté mode. Add olive oil and heat until shimmering. Add the onion and cook, stirring, for 3–4 minutes until softened. Add garlic and cook 30 seconds more. Add the tomatoes and cook 2 minutes, breaking them up slightly.
  3. Add broth and vegetables. Pour in the broth. Add carrots, potatoes, oregano, cumin, and salt. Stir to combine.
  4. Add the meatballs. Carefully drop the meatballs into the broth one at a time, distributing them evenly. Do not stir—let them settle so they hold their shape.
  5. Pressure cook. Secure the lid and set the valve to Sealing. Cook on High Pressure for 10 minutes. Once the cook time is up, allow a natural pressure release for 5 minutes, then carefully quick-release any remaining pressure.
  6. Add zucchini and finish. Remove the lid. Set the Instant Pot back to Sauté mode. Add the zucchini and simmer for 4–5 minutes until just tender. Taste and adjust salt as needed.
  7. Serve. Ladle into bowls and top with a few fresh mint leaves. Serve with lime wedges on the side. Save a bowl for your mom. Brace yourself for the mint critique.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 310 | Protein: 22g | Fat: 14g | Carbs: 24g | Fiber: 3g | Sodium: 680mg

Marcus Rivera
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Marcus Rivera
Week 31 of Marcus’s 30-year story · Phoenix, Arizona
Marcus is a Phoenix firefighter, a husband, a dad of two, and the kind of guy who'd hand you a plate of brisket before he'd shake your hand. He grew up watching his father Roberto grill carne asada every Sunday in the backyard, and that tradition runs through everything he cooks. He's won a couple of local BBQ competitions, built an outdoor kitchen his wife calls "the altar," and feeds his fire crew on every shift. For Marcus, cooking isn't a hobby — it's how he shows up for the people he loves.

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