I rarely get sick... but this week has been a doosey. (Did I just use the word doosey?!? I must still be a little under the weather.) So I was very glad to have started out the week right by fortuitously making a huge pot of chicken and vege soup. I didn't know how much I was going to need it. I made it because the weather has been horrid here last week and was cold and wet. All I wanted to do was curl up on the couch with a blanket and a big bowl of home cooked soup.
I love soup. I love making it. I love experimenting. I love that it is almost impossible to get it wrong. I can't say this is a special recipe handed down from generation to generation. It's not something from a famous chef's cook book. It's really just a bit of this and a bit of that that I've thrown into a pot, but it sure tastes good and is a go to meal for us in winter.
Oh and because it's chicken soup it's good for the soul... or so they say. All I know is that I was grateful I'd made so much of it and I ate every last bit. Here's to restoring both my soul and my body.