I had all kinds of flitty, pretty ideas for using the rest of the roast chicken. High on the list was something salad-y, breezy, airy, with mint (and, shh, there's still a little chicken left so it might happen).
BUT. The incessant gloom. Coldy, rainy, windy.
This is my birthday month! It's supposed to be spring!
I will confess that my mood is seriously dumped.
And in this state of disillusion, I'm realizing that you don't just make chicken soup because it's winter. You make it because your mood needs it. Right now, in late May. Please.
Warm, deep, restorative.
And. Hah! Made with fresh English peas, because it's spring, and the peas are in.