It’s a well known fact that an onslaught of the dreaded lurgy calls for nothing less than a big bowl of chicken soup.
Full of nature’s own goodness. Delicious. Warming. And most of all, made with the kind of love that gladly suffers fingers smelling of garlic and chickeny juices long after the last bowl has been downed.
Cleansing. Energising. Heartening.
I’m not very good at cooking for two.
I’ve tried, believe me, I’ve tried – but I always end up with either one and a half serves (leaving someone rather hungry), or enough to feed a family of six. Football players. While they’re in their carb & protein loading stage. Meaning I have enough food left over to feed me (a non-football playing carbo & protein loading person) for a week.
So I’ve decided to learn. …continue reading C4T: mostly-vegetarian soup
“So, what’s your signature dish then?” It’s a question you get asked a lot as a foodblogger. That, and “What’s your favourite restaurant?” And, being the jack-of-all-trades / master-of-none that I am, I invariably find myself stumped. Even the question “What’s your favourite cuisine?” is a difficult one for me. Is it the warm, fragrant, gritty homeliness I love about Malaysian cuisine? The clean, subtle, exquisite nature of Japanese? The gutsy, vibrant, unapologetic food of the Italians? I really don’t know. But I have had to make my mind up and pick. A signature dish, that is (I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to pick an answer to the other two). And I think I’m ok with my choice.
