When life hands you lemons...

I really didn't learn to cook until I got married.

And there are some things I do better than others, but I make a good pot of soup.

It's easy, it's generally healthy.  Soup is a perfect food.

I've also thought, for some time, that soup replaces lost tears.

I haven't been crying a lot recently, but year-to-date, I decided to make a little soup for dinner to even things out.

This is my most recent obsession  - I stumbled onto it when a friend on Facebook recommended it.

It's easy, it combines lemon, meatballs and rosemary, in a broth that would restore even the most lachrymose blogger.

Here's the recipe. Go, make it.

I cannot say enough good things about this soup.