Why when you’re ill is soup such a good choice of food? I always like soup don’t get me wrong, but when you’re ill it’s just that much better? The combination of hot stomach warming niceness with easy-to-make effortness maybe? Something about the sight of steaming golden soup and toast evoking memories of being taken care of when you were younger and ill? Who knows.
I won’t try and spoil the magic by working it out in too much detail, I just know that soup is the best food in the world when you’re ill (3 billion women are now thinking, no it’s not, it’s chocolate and ice cream fool!)
So far, wednesday tomato, yesterday mulligatawny (which partly exploded in the microwave) and today winter vegetable.
Soup, we salute you.