I believe I read there are two hundred and fifty Chicken Soup for the Soul books. No, I haven’t read all 250….
Soup has always been good for the soul. My mother was the Queen of Soups. A serious title she was given. Her ability to create such flavor with vegetables, noodles, oysters or the occasional clump of tofu would make me incredibly happy. I can smell her corn chowder now.
If I had a sore throat – soup. If my father was craving oysters – stew. And I could always count on my mother making a large pot of her vegetable noodle soup at least once a month for me. I would drive over to my parents home after work to pick up my two gigantic Tupperware containers to take back to my city apartment to enjoy during those rough winter months. It was good for the soul.
This weekend our annual K&K family Christmas dinner took place. Wild Wild West Wendy stirred up three different types of soup. Corn Chowder with cheese, Chicken Noodle and Pasta Fagioli. There is no doubt Wild Wild West Wendy was singing in her kitchen to Irish Christmas music as she baked chicken, grated cheeses, and seasoned broth. Each soup was full of flavor and love. Homemade bread and a spinach quiche made the perfect companion to this comfort meal we were served. It was good for the soul.
Another dear friend is a Queen in the kitchen with her soups. LeeAnn. And I’m going to drive up north to find comfort in her soup. As a matter of fact…..LeeAnn is a Queen in the kitchen for baking too! yes, my friend…that was a hint.
Soup for your soul.
If you want to find yummy old fashioned recipes,check out Sheryl at A Hundred Years Ago.