This story begins a couple of weeks ago when my youngest little pixie girl Sami came down with a hideous virus which literally lay her down flat and completely exhausted for an entire week. I knew the virus must have been extreme because as any mother of a 20 month old child will know, as a general rule they don’t stop for two minutes let alone a week! I have since dubbed this viral villan ‘the plague’ as it’s been the nastiest and most virulent flu I have ever experienced. Just as Sami was on the mend I felt something creeping up on me. After spending a day in the office surviving on Sudafed and simultaneously befriending my tissue box and de-friending my colleges I went downhill. Way, way down.
I was pining for chicken soup, you know the health giving variety – a golden broth scattered with nourishing vegetables and chickeny morsels. My only obstacle was the fact that like Sami all I wanted to do was lay down flat. From my horizontal position I devised a plan in my head to make this the easiest sick day chicken soup using a supermarket roast chicken, some stock from a box and a scattering of nice winter veges from the garden. I added lots of garlic and ginger for their natural flu fighting properties (and delicious flavour) and the result was something quite special. With out a shred of doubt it was absolutely worth the 10 or so minutes of vertical functioning I had to endure to prepare it.