One thing that I’ve never had in China is real good soup. Chinese don’t do soup. They do these watery things with noodles or egg or whatever. The only thing good about them is that they’re hot.
My mom used to boil bones in the soup and add meatballs. That’s good eatin’. Keeps you coming back for more.
It’s cold now, with snow and rain. This morning I woke up with a sore throat which will probably ripen into a full-blown cold in a couple of days. That kind of stuff makes me long for good soup.
Long story short; we bought a soup pan this weekend and I looked up some recipes for chicken-soup online. The coming weekend I’ll go and buy the ingredients and see if I can make something edible.
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