A million light years ago in San Francisco a boy named Kyle made me soup when I was sick. I was living with two other gals and living the bachelorette lifestyle. He walked to the store and bought a few fresh ingredients and came in the room what seemed like only 20 minutes later with this beautiful clear broth chicken soup. I didn't cook back then and nothing that wasn't spaghetti. I remember looking down at that slightly golden liquid, how good it tasted, so fortifying. Felt almost like a little miracle. I came from an, I'll say it, a very chauvinistic environment and the thought of someone making
me soup, a girl!, especially at a time of weakness was wild enough but for it to be this young
man was a real life changer for this monkey.
Along with envisioning a more equal future relationship and partnership and realizing all
those possibilities that day, I became open to looking at food a little differently too. Firstly, I learned that making soup was not a deep dark mystery known only to the gods. That good plus good equals more good. That there is nothing like a homemade broth. That those vegetables that I had previously only considered useful for small tasks actually made up 90% of the flavor. I realized that soup truly was good food!
Years later, I started trying soups here and there, following recipes carefully and not seeing the basic formula. But now I'm like full force soup crazytown. I will try anything in a soup and love reading all the new recipes for even fresher versions and spend many nights just creating new ones of my own.
This was a bountiful chicken and vegetable soup, made with chicken thigh meat and roasted cherry tomatoes, kale, corn, carrots and onions.
