Yesterday I made myself what I call Mediterranean Chicken Soup. It’s one of the few ways I like a clear broth soup, and just as advertised, chicken soup made me feel better.
I love to cook. I’ve always loved to cook. I’m happy when I’m cooking. And while I also love a good cookbook, I generally just use them for ideas and then branch out on my own. In the end, most of what I cook is things I’ve created or tweaked to my personal preferences. For example, Mediterranean Chicken Soup. I’ve never seen an actual recipe for it, but I know how to make a good chicken stock and I likes me some Mediterranean seasonings and veg. Ergo, my soup. My friends have been encouraging me to write my own line of cookbooks. Maybe I should. I could use some “dough.”
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