after a long day i had to cancel my roast chicken plans and have tinned chicken sooup instead. served canadian style, with ‘biscuits’ on top (aka jatz). its this thing they did there, you don’t get a roll, you get a little pack of saltines or salada type cracker, and you’re sposed to crumble them over your soup. weird i say.

chicken soup

but makes me remember days of soup bought from the canteen at toronto east general hospital, cream of anything the hospital chefs could find to cream. and days of snow, and grey, industrial cities, and working jobs that weren’t too serious but helped people out.