When I finally manage to claw my way out from under an unmedicated migraine, I generally want to cook.
So this afternoon, I made a HUGE batch of Baltimore Crab Soup. I never had this soup until I met Laina. When she told me she was making crab soup with stew meat I thought she was either crazy or following an extremely eccentric recipe (because, after all, I know everything, right?).
But today I was looking up Chicken Foot Soup recipes and decided crab would be infinitely preferable to chicken feet, so I looked up Baltimore Crab Soup and sure enough, a recipe very similar to Laina’s popped up.
So I made a double batch, which should feed both my family and Laina’s for about 6 months. I swear, it’s got everything except chicken feet in it.
Poor Steve, I think he thought I was never going to cook again because he brought home a pizza. So I have mega-soup in the freezer and a pot in the fridge for tomorrow.
This compulsion to cook something marvelous is the only silver lining I can find in the cloud of migraine. That and the fact that they don’t last forever…it just feels that way in the middle of it.