I felt the need of some uber-comfort food after hearing of mass shootings and devastating wild fires, the heart-stopping news of the injury of a key SCOTUS member, the aftermath of a nailbiting election and a demagogue leader throwing a temper tantrum.
And most of that was Wednesday.
So I am making home-made chicken soup from scratch —including the broth. Into a slow cooker I tossed the carcass of a leftover rotisserie chicken, some sad-looking celery and carrots, the standard aromatics, Himalayan salt, peppercorns, parsley and marjoram, and covered all with distilled water. Tonight I willl strain the broth and add the noodles and chicken. From the dismal contents of my refrigerator and pantry shall emerge a soul-lifting pot of goodness and comfort.
Okay, I admit that I may have a bit of a problem with using food as a coping mechanism. We do what we need to do.