The Hetty Daffodil Mysteries ride again

Just call me Miss Marple!

Sometimes I exercise my right to strike. It has maximum impact in the kitchen. As it did the other day when I came home to a most delicious chicken soup.

You see, Imelda – so named because of his love of shoes – won’t divulge his secret.  I couldn’t have got better in a restaurant.

It wasn’t what was in it: chicken? yes. Carrots? yes. Potatoes? yes. Onion? yes. It was how it was made that intrigues me because when I throw together the exact same ingredients my soup tastes so differently.

You can read the original Hetty Daffodil Mystery here.


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