But first, a little backstory. There seems to be almost as many variants of M.E. as there are people suffering from it. My own particular brand of hell, for the past 30 years, has meant that I crash in the afternoons and, since the mid 90s, that crash, I figured out, is inextricably linked to food. If I ate lunch, I’d be, at best, semi-conscious for the next 4 or 5 hours.
So I stopped eating lunch.
The soup will be puréed so no need to be obsessive about cutting up the veg**. For a veggie version just omit the chicken cube and the bacon.
**But see Update footnote.
Dateline Good Friday 2015… Still offline.
As you might know, I eat just one meal a day, in the evening. The reason for this is that if I eat breakfast and/or lunch I can’t stay awake. No-one can tell me why so I long ago opted for the one meal a day solution – until now.
A few days ago I woke with a craving for Heinz tomato soup for breakfast. As I had a few cans in my emergency soup stash I indulged the whim and had a very productive day without once nodding off. Even created a new recipe (which, if early tastings are accurate,** is remarkably good).
I won’t be able to get into my flat during the day for the whole of next week as I’m having a wet room installed at last. I’ve not been able to use a bath for years as, even if I managed to get in, I don’t have the strength to get out again. A wet room and a shower wheelchair will solve that problem.
Today I’m making the following soup and tomorrow, all being well, I’ll make a cherry-laden fruit cake.
The idea of this soup, and my previous Chunky Beef and Bean Soup, is that by combining elements of a vegetarian recipe with meat, I can maximise my protein intake. As regulars might know, I have only one meal a day, and getting sufficient protein in a veggie diet is impossible, no matter how desirable it might be.
I can’t, in all honesty, say I was overly impressed with the frozen soup veg I tried last time – a bit lacking in flavour. OK in an emergency, I suppose, but not if I can wield a knife. The chunkier casserole version seemed to consist mainly of slices from carrots big enough to choke a horse and one-inch cubes of swede. The carrots I could live with – if they’d had any flavour – but not bloody great lumps of swede which, perversely, had too much flavour and were horribly coarse. I wouldn’t use this version again at all.
So, back to doing it the hard way which, the pain in my leg notwithstanding (definitely no pun!), I rather enjoy.
Note – the soup is horrible!
It could be my sense of taste – it comes and goes. The soup really can’t taste of nothing – but it seems to.
I’ll know more tomorrow.
Today, winter has staged a comeback – it’s dark, dank, and dismal. No-one seems to have told the birds, though, and they’re singing their feathery heads off. Of course, what they’re actually saying is, “This is my tree/telephone-pole/TV aerial, and you lot can fuck right off!”. And one of them is doing a pretty fair imitation of geese and an angry squirrel.
Anyhoo, it’s definitely a soup day, and time for a new recipe.