September in London. Life has resumed that frantic “Who’s coming to dinner tonight?”, “When did I say we were going to that play?” and “Did I mention I won’t be home until 5 tomorrow because of drama?” and “Can you help me carry the banquet table to the kitchen for 30 volunteer ladies to come to lunch tomorrow?” quality. Every morning my email inbox is filled with suggestions of meeting times for Lost Property, for the school Christmas Fair, the church Christmas Fair, for visits to my Home-Start social work family, for special bellringing practices and ringing for extra services, for weddings.
Sometimes we have to put away the computers, set aside the homework, switch the phones to “silent” and gather around the table for a bowl of restorative comfort. I promise you will never make or eat anything more sustaining, more inspiring, more savoury, than this soup, the recipe for which has made its way to my lovely foodwriting site, HandPicked Nation. Chicken meatballs in a magical herby broth!