Never mind my soul, chicken soup for my nose!

Having caught a nasty bug on our last day in France, I was feeling pretty low down and cranky in my first week as an officially retired person. Then, I had the bright idea to make myself some chicken soup from the bones of our latest roast. I scrounged around in the crisper for an onion, some celery, a frizzle of parsley and wished for a carrot that I didn't have. Cutting them all coarsely, I added them to the mostly picked chicken bones in my largest pot, added a little s & p, a smattering of thyme, and covered the whole gmish with water.

After bringing the pot to a boil, I covered it and let it simmer for several hours to steep out all the goodness. When I strained it, the veggies had all gone limp, the meat was falling off the bones and the stock itself was a rich golden brown. I added back in some of the picked chicken meat and poured myself a big bowl of cure. Started to feel better almost immediately!