For the Love of Soup

Today I made chicken noodle soup. From scratch, not a can. I am not opposed to can soup. Many times it is my lazy dinner. This soup was made with the individual ingredients. Chicken, onion, carrots and broth. My Mom used to make the egg noodles from scratch. Rolled out on the kitchen counter on a swirl of flour. The noodles were thick but not quite dumplings. The noodles would thicken the soup as the flour would flake off. As all good soups it stuck to your sides, filling.

I think I like how you have to simmer soup the best. It sits there on the stove, as you wait. When you open a can of soup, all you have to do is microwave it and the overly salty broth is ready to be lapped up. Winter is about that slow anticipation, the anticipation of the holidays, of spring. The winter forces us to slow down to slumber down. The time it takes soup from scratch, is what makes homemade soup so much better than the soup from a can.

Patience is lost in the world filled with instant returns. You want it, you can have it. I enjoy winter due to the fact that it is harder at times. The snow means you might be surrounded on all sides on a sea of white. The night comes early and makes us tired. The cold bites and corners you into your home with extra socks. The snow also quiets the noise and maybe we need to rest more. For the cold, put a bit of soup on simmer.

~ Eli