Found the recipe in Canadian Living online through a bing browse. Since I've been the one at home. Keeping the home fires burning, I've been doing a lot of home cookin'. Some meals are better than others. Some turn out mouthwatering deliciously good and some turn out just plain awful. Back in the day when I cooked full time for awhile, I had a whole file of recipes, and an undiscerning palate to cook for that would accept anything as long as it was edible. Of course, my definition and his definition of edible were two different things. Now, having come full circle, it seems, in my ill-equipped kitchen with its malfunctioning stove and serious lack of counter space, I am a lot less inspired that I used to be, but no less ambitious embarking on meandering recipes into uncharted territory with results that are not guaranteed. I can easily say that when I was single I never went to such great efforts to produce a meal.
The man insisted on taking this silly picture of me with the fruits of my labour tonight. This is even before we tasted it. We both deemed it a pretty damn good soup.