The Last Saturday of March, Gray skies, chicken soup, and homemade bread.

There's something almost ceremonial about making chicken soup from scratch.

I roasted a whole chicken earlier this week, and today that beautiful carcass is simmering on my stove — filling the whole house with the kind of smell that makes everything in the world feel just fine.

In the old days, chicken soup wasn't just comfort food — it was medicine.

Today, it's gray outside, and we're expecting rain in NE Texas. So, a pot of soup cooking low and slow until the broth is rich and golden and full of everything a body needs seems perfect.

There's a reason our grandmothers made soup when loved ones were sick. Bone broth. Collagen. Warmth. Nourishment that goes deeper than calories.

Baking a loaf of homemade Wheat & Oat Bread to go alongside it — because Jeff has been asking for it — and some pairings are practically sacred. 🍞✨

(The bread recipe is already in my Etsy shop. The soup recipe might be joining it soon...)

And if you happen to have a chicken carcass in your fridge — don't throw it away. That's tomorrow's gold.

What's your go-to comfort food this time of year? 🍲

With Love and Light,

Tracy