My tonsils are kissing each other today. I have to be more careful in this weather and the Spring allergies. Thankfully the sub-zero days are behind us. But I think last night’s iced tea did it.
My Mum always made me thin chicken soup whenever I had my infamous tonsil-sinus bouts. And Ma (my Mother-in-law) used to give me this bowl of broth with freshly squeezed lemon juice, some chopped garlic and fresh cracked black pepper to cure me of my cold. But I was in no mood for either. Since I am my own boss here, I settled for something filling so I wouldn’t have to cook dinner. A bowlful of Chicken Sweet Corn Soup with some bread sticks seemed quite dependable. Not to mention the extra chopped chilies I put in my bowl.
I don’t think any of you need a recipe for this soup. I will let the photos speak for themselves. Plus I can’t talk much; gola’e baitha (my throat hurts)!