There are very few things to love about winter, especially in early 2021: it's cold, dark and wet, we're in the midst of a third lockdown, and the end of the pandemic, despite the vaccine news, feels very far odd. But there is one shining light, something relatively small but oh so soothing to carry your weary limbs through the winter days. And that, my friends, is soup.
Soup can technically be eaten at any time of year but it takes on a special significance in the winter months. It's warming and filling and easily digestible, and is often deceptively simple to make. All you need is a Sunday afternoon to chop and then leave it to bubble away. It is a warm blanket in a bowl and I love it.