We're a bunch of sickies over here, using up a year's worth of Kleenex and hacking up lungs all over the place. (Literally, there are lungs everywhere. I think I just stepped on one.)
It's a whole different ball game, being sick and having to still take care of someone else. I warmly remember days where, when my body started shutting down, I'd crawl into bed for a whole day (or as many days as it took) and just lay there, listening to audio books and podcasts and music while my internal germ fighters got their war on. It's not like that anymore. Oh well.
A perk? I'm up anyway; I might as well make soup.
I googled "the best easy soup", and the one that jumped up and out at me on the results page was a recipe called Dill Pickle Soup. I thought, Well, that's either going to be horrible or amazing, and there's only one way to find out which it is.
So that's what I'm doing right now. Alternately stirring soup and laying face-down on the floor while Sully climbs on my back and legs. He's having a blast, so that's good. (I sneezed just now and heard, from behind me, "CCCAAAAAHHHHHH-PPPPPZZZZZZZTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHTTT!" Which, I can only assume, is Sullivan's best impression of me sneezing. Is that what I sound like, really? Yikes.)
Don't worry, I won't push publish until I've tasted the soup so I know whether or not to recommend it to you. Wait for it...
It's good. Not too pickle-y, very thick and flavourful. We decided that we'd add bacon and corn next time. Four thumbs up and a wee toothy grin.
It's a whole different ball game, being sick and having to still take care of someone else. I warmly remember days where, when my body started shutting down, I'd crawl into bed for a whole day (or as many days as it took) and just lay there, listening to audio books and podcasts and music while my internal germ fighters got their war on. It's not like that anymore. Oh well.
A perk? I'm up anyway; I might as well make soup.
I googled "the best easy soup", and the one that jumped up and out at me on the results page was a recipe called Dill Pickle Soup. I thought, Well, that's either going to be horrible or amazing, and there's only one way to find out which it is.
So that's what I'm doing right now. Alternately stirring soup and laying face-down on the floor while Sully climbs on my back and legs. He's having a blast, so that's good. (I sneezed just now and heard, from behind me, "CCCAAAAAHHHHHH-PPPPPZZZZZZZTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHTTT!" Which, I can only assume, is Sullivan's best impression of me sneezing. Is that what I sound like, really? Yikes.)
Don't worry, I won't push publish until I've tasted the soup so I know whether or not to recommend it to you. Wait for it...
It's good. Not too pickle-y, very thick and flavourful. We decided that we'd add bacon and corn next time. Four thumbs up and a wee toothy grin.
5 comments:
Feel better dear! We went through weeks here with everyone hacking up lungs and other fun things.
I am Polish and 'dill pickle soup' is one of our regular soups. Yum!
It seems like EVERYONE is sick lately! Good grief!
And that makes sense! I'd never heard of it before--Barclay hadn't either. He walked into the kitchen and asked what I was making and I told him and he looked at me strangely and asked, "Do you just mean 'dill soup'?" And he seemed kind of skeptical about it, but he liked it a lot after tasting it. Very good. Thumbs up.
DILL PICKLE SOUP SOUNDS AMAZING
IT IS YOU SHOULD MAKE SOME
Is it just me...or have you posted these last two posts before? Am I weird that I remember them?
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