What is it that I like about soup? Maybe it’s comfort in a bowl. Maybe that intoxicating aroma of garlic sautéed in butter. Maybe it is the hearty sustenance, cheer and soothe it brings when I’m sick.
Isn’t it like a family? Each ingredient having its own characteristic, but enhancing and bringing out the best of others, when combined together. Does anything sound better than cozying up on a cold winter afternoon with a bowl of soup and watching the snow fall outside the window?
Like this tomato, carrot & basil soup. Quick, easy & appetizing. But this time it was made by my husband, for I was down with a cold & headache. All I did was give a few instructions and within 30 minutes he was ready with a wholesome bowl of warm soup. Isn’t life so beautiful with simple things but we tend to complicate it?
For now, I leave you here with this question as I return to my soup before it gets cold !!
