This is the chicken soup that my mom and I made today (it its half-finished stage). I like it for so many reasons. It’s healthy. It’s comforting. It’s warm. (In Minnesota in January, making soup is always a smart choice). It smells delicious (even at this stage). It’s homemade. By my mom. And I only eat this particular chicken soup when I’m home.
My mom instructed me to write down the recipe on a card as she dictated it, so…look out, East Coast/new home. I’m bringing my mom’s chicken soup over there.