Childhood in a Bowl
My mother’s lentil soup was hot, comforting and friendly. She made it with a smoked ham shank when she was flush and with ham ribs when times were hard. When money things were really bad it might have been sausages. The smell and the ritual of making it always brought comfort.
Usually now I make a different lentil soup, vegetarian, with herbs, paprika, and finished with lemon juice but a chance remark yesterday made me think of my Mum’s version and it had to be made! Yum!
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