On a rainy evening, soup is enough. Greens, beans, a little garlic, and bread to go with it. Nothing fancy, nothing that takes more than an hour, and nothing that leaves a sink full of pans.
I like cooking like this because it is forgiving. If the soup is a little thin, it still tastes good. If it is a little thick, add water. The recipe is a suggestion, and the evening is the point, not the dish.
We ate slowly, talked about nothing important, and listened to the rain. That is a good evening by any measure.