You may have heard me wax lyrical on the benefits of a good home made broth, bones simmered with veg for hours to be transformed into a nourishing base for soup that is good for body and soul. Patients who visit me at the clinic in Percy Street are regularly prescribed a visit to Tonkotsu for their life affirming (and giving) ramen, made with a silky home-made stock that makes me feel like Popeye eating spinach.
Friends have also been admiring and laughing in turn at my latest obsession with going home with doggy bags from restaurants, but it's ticking all my boxes this winter as I try and save for a big holiday later this year. I don't want to cancel all the nice cosy lunches and dinners with friends that make the first three months of the year not just bearable but fun, but it's all about balancing the books. So here's my official acupuncturist advice:
a) go to lovely, possibly spendy pub or restaurant for lunch or dinner. b) Order a nice cut of meat on the bone. Shin of beef at the Canton Arms? Bag up the bones. Baby chicken at Shoreditch House? A nice wee take home box. c) 50pence worth of veg and 3 hours later and you have a hearty stock for soup, i.e. lunch for a couple of days that leaves your kidney qi is all a quiver with love for you.
Passionate about the pins.