I’ve been busy today, and almost let the day get by me without posting. Today was a day for baking whole wheat bread and preparing yummy treats for tomorrow’s breakfast, making stock from last night’s leftover chicken carcass, and then turning it into hearty chicken soup.
January is National Soup Month, after all. I only discovered the “holiday” recently, but the timing definitely makes sense to me. The depths of winter call for soup somehow, and most of my soup memories seem to center around a feeling of sanctuary from the harsh, chilled, outer world.
With the blahs I’ve been fighting off lately, a bit of time spent in the steamy kitchen seemed perfect.
You know what’s great about making soup, or stock? It doesn’t require much attention, but one has an excuse to linger lovingly by the stove, perhaps with a steamy novel to match, steadily inhaling the fragrance of comfort.
Have you been celebrating National Soup Month in your kitchen?
Y’all feel free to come over for some chocolate croissants in the morning.