Since Sunday I have eaten soup. Only soup and every day. I knew I had to eat *something* and soup was the best I could manage. Feed a cold, starve a fever and all that. Tuesday I ate nothing at all, and I woke in the night wringing wet with sweat to the point that I had to change my bedding at 3am, whilst coughing and crying and feeling so, so poorly.

The antibiotics have done their stuff, the feeling that death would be a sweet relief has passed, and although I am still not well, I am definitely better.

Hence the #CampfireStew (a ‘Pinch of Nom’ recipe) tonight. I boxed up ten additional portions with rice as well, so that’ll keep me going for a good while.

About the one good thing about this time of year, with the cold and the dark and the perpetual grey, is that it’s the right time of year for campfire stew.

I slow cooked a huge batch today and had it for tea tonight with cauliflower and broccoli and mashed potatoes.

It was good.

#CampfireStew #WinterFood