This weekend, I want to make soup. See, soup is my absolute favourite thing to eat in all of this world. I can’t get enough of it. Cream soups are my favorite. When I was 15, I worked a shitty job that had the best soup in the world there: a lovely, potato cheese soup. I still dream about it, and part of me can still taste it. I hated the owners of that place, as they made me cry on the job- but I stayed on simply because of the soup. I’ve also stayed at other jobs for the food as well. It seems like I am always thinking with my stomach, but I digress.When I stayed in Thailand, I had my first taste of hot and sour soup and I have been looking for a recipe for that since. Seems that they are all different. So, that is what I would like to make this weekend.
My husband makes great soup. On the menu this week? Potato cheese soup, of course. With fresh chives from the garden. He loves me.