This soup is boring.
I don’t mean it isn’t tasty—it certainly is—but what I mean is that it’s very normal. So normal, it’s boring. In the most comfortable and cozy way possible. Kinda like how your favorite movie that you’ve seen 100 times is boring. The way a Friday night with pizza and beer is boring. The way your comfiest jammies are boring. Comfort food boring.
I like boring.
I’ve been eating this soup since I was a wee Cass. I’ve been making it since I was a slightly-less wee Cass. This was definitely a standard in my house growing up. Whenever we had a roasted chicken or turkey, we knew the next day was going to be chicken (or turkey) rice soup. I can guarantee that making this soup with my Mama was where I learned the joy and simplicity of a mirepoix. The combo of onions, celery and carrots sautéed a little bit of fat (in this case, olive oil) is just pure magic. You pretty much can’t go wrong when you start a soup with such great aromatics.
If you are low on cooked chicken, you can buy one of those rotisserie chickens from the store and use that meat. No one will ever know, I promise.
What’s your favorite “boring” comfort food?