My mum taught me how to make great soup, she had the ability to make soup out of anything and it always tasted like a ‘hug’. Mum’s soup healed everything, it was always rustic, always highly nutritious and always just the right thickness. Even as a mid thirty something woman I would call her fromContinue reading “Soup saved my life.”
There is something womb like about hot ladled chicken broth and when you add free range eggs, lemon juice and rice it wraps you in its arms with the gentlest of hugs. Here’s how to get your soup to hug you.