First of all, sorry about going blog MIA last week. I always think, “I can totally travel and work!”
Uhhh, I cannot totally travel and work. Nope nope nope. I get too wrapped up in all the moments and all the people and (all the wine), and I forget all about this little website url internet blog thingy majiggy.
But! This soup should make up for it. Because I kind of want to slap it right in the face right now, it’s that good. You like slapping, right?
It’s seemple! You sear some chicken thighs. But they’re seasoned with garlic powder, onion powder and Italian seasoning, so you can go ahead and start weeping if you want.
And then it’s just regular ol’ awesome stuff: onions and carrots, garlic, chickpeas, sun-dried tomatoes, fire-roasted tomatoes and stock, and then some kale and lemon towards the end!
Wait, do you say towards or toward? Is towards a southern thing? Is my Arkansas showing?
I mean, come on. ^
The chicken gets shredded on a cutting board while the veggies sauté, and the kale gets a quick dunk at the end just to barely wilt and pop in color. And those sun-dried tomatoes paired with the fire-roasted tomatoes? Yes. No. Yo. Nes.
It’s just all so ridiculous.
We had this the other night after a ton of yard work early in the day, following by a late-afternoon thunderstorm, and it was slap-ya-mama magical.
Crusty breaaaaad, y’all. Dunk it dunk it dunk it.
Crisp sauvignon blaaaaaanc, y’all. Sip (read: gulp) it, sip (read: pour) it, sip (read: bathe in) it.
Your life called. It’s soup night.
Can I come?