Winter… and we’re very much in it. Lunch-time scrambles to nearby food places prove a dire battle against icy winds ever since our office building cafe went out of business. A Tibetan blanket of soft wool makes for a heavy and oversized scarf; wrapped around my head and neck, it provides a portable cocoon that allows for a cozy walk.
The soup and stew days are upon us, so I made this chicken soup for a friend whose family has been stricken with the nasty cold/flu thing that is going around. Simmering chicken and vegetables and a few bay leaves fills the house with the scent of comfort and coziness, turning plain water into a rich stock in just a few hours of patient heat. Making soup is like making tea – a ritual tailor-made for winter, for rumination, for survival.
