Today's meal is our first day that feels like fall tradition and it's that day...rainy, cool, and downright lovely feeling. Mom even lit a small fire in the wood stove to take the chill off the cabin so she could sit in there and read comfortably.
Each fall we get that day...that first day when you know fall is really on its way and then I make a good pot of chicken soup. Chicken we raised, so it's packed full of flavor and goodness, with broth and fat from the same. Usually I have homemade bread with that, but don't currently have any made...will make some this afternoon or tomorrow, so we'll still be supping from this pan when we get the fresh bread.
Our soup follows no set recipe and I find myself putting pretty much anything in there that sounds tasty...today it's my canned chicken and broth, a bit of rice, some of our homegrown red potatoes cut up small, onions we grew, garlic, sweet corn we canned here, celery, kielbasa, and various spices. I may or may not throw a hand of pasta of some kind in there, but not likely...got starches enough in there. If I had fresh grown carrots I'd have put some in there as well.
I really can't remember the last time I had to make chicken soup with commercially grown chicken, but I do remember that the flavor and texture pales in comparison to what we grow ourselves, so I'm thankful for every single bite of this good, good soup!