Tonight, I had a hankering for tomato soup. Not that over-pureed gunk out of a can, but a nice, homemade soup with a bit of texture to it. Apologies to those who are fans of the stuff out of cans; I’m not a lover, I fear.
As soon as I got home, I started pulling ingredients out of cupboards and the fridge, seeing if I had all the ingredients.
It’s been rather rainy as of late. I don’t know about everyone else, but I tend to crave comfort foods and drinks in grey, wet weather. This morning, I couldn’t sleep, so I was up at 4:30am. Ungodly, I know! So, I put the kettle on for a cup of tea, but part way through it doing its thing, I decided I didn’t want just another cup of ordinary orange pekoe tea. I wanted something else. Something more comforting. Hot chocolate wasn’t quite the thing, either. I stared across the kitchen at my various spice jars — not necessarily for an idea, but just as a spot to focus upon while I thought about what tea I wanted.