Today was going to be our eat out day, but we decided to heat up the soups we made from the weekend instead. Carrie and I have gotten into making homemade soup and stock. Who knew it could be so easy. We actually make a few meals this way, first by getting a full chicken and roasting it in a baking dish with vegetables (like onions, potatoes, carrots, mushrooms, and/or cauliflower) some spices (herbes de provence, s&p) and butter. The better the butter, the nicer the flavor. When we lived in the Hudson Valley NY, we used to get raw butter from a farmer which was so rich it made everything so decadent, but even the good european style English butter we get here in London works well. So, that's our first meal, then we pull off the remaining chicken for chicken salad sandwiches for our next day lunch for meal number two. Then, we take the remaining bones and parts and throw them in a pot with the cut off pieces of onion and veggies we've been saving in a baggie in the fridge and add a few bay leaves, S&P and boil the hell out of it adding water and simmering it down to a rich thick glutenous stock. The next day we divvy the stock up and Carrie makes her potato soup and I make a veggie soup with the extra roasted veggies from the first meal, chopped up a bit and I add to this whatever strikes my fancy. I'm not a soup person, but I really like the soups I make. If I don't have any leftover roasted veggies, I'll chop new ones and sauté them first in butter and olive oil. Recently I added some cabbage which cooks up in no time and this time I added a can of organic lentils (which had their own juice) and a handful of spinach. This soup reminds me of the kind my Nanna used to make, which of course also makes me think of my Mom. It must be why eating homemade soup makes you feel loved, it takes time and care to make it and you feel that connection in each bite.
Carrie and I enjoyed our soups with some old world cheddar I got at the grocer and some Ritz crackers we brought back from our trip to the US.
Carrie and I enjoyed our soups with some old world cheddar I got at the grocer and some Ritz crackers we brought back from our trip to the US.