It was silly for me to stand in the soup aisle the other day, scanning the ingredient lists on seemingly vegetarian soups in an attempt to avoid chicken or beef stock.
I sniffed, coughed, sneezed and searched and finally succeeded in finding a few that looked good. I brought them home and heated a bowl of portabello mushroom soup, hoping to ease my sore throat.
It was delicious but I didn't feel much better.
I should have just gone for the chicken soup.