There are two kinds of chicken soup days. The first is the sniffly, bundled-up, please-hand-me-a-blanket kind. The second is the random Tuesday where you just want dinner to feel like a soft landing. This recipe covers both.
My “best” chicken soup is not fussy, but it is intentional. We build flavor in layers: sauté the vegetables until they smell sweet, bloom the garlic and herbs, simmer the chicken until it practically shreds itself, then wake the whole pot up with a little lemon at the end. It is cozy, savory, and somehow still bright.
Whether you serve it with noodles, rice, or just a chunk of bread you tear off like a kitchen gremlin, you are in for a good bowl.



