Favourite thing from childhood/adulthood/soup/socks

[LisaJohnsonsFacebookMole]

So many threads look sad and the news is depressing. I would dearly like to create a thread of something light and daft so, per the title: sitting right up the top of the holly tree looking out across the fields; the ability to buy quadrillions of books; oooooh cullen skink, borsch or my grandma's lentil soup; annnnnd some thick blue lambswool ones for bed.

Yours?

My friends at boarding school, we would have killed for each other!
My family, the two girls we have raised have turned into amazing women.
French Onion - simple and luxurious at the same time.
1000 miles socks - always remind me of digging deep on the Moonwalks at 4.30am and great friendships forged on the training walks.

Beach holidays in Cornwall
Second hand bookshops and my pet guinea pigs
Tomato and basil
My favourite pair has guinea pig designs!

Reading the faraway tree
Loved the chicken soup in a packet that had dinosaur shapes on it ? It was really thick

Enid Blyton books. Especially Malory Towers.
Taking my dogs to the beach.
Homemade lentil and tomato with plenty of garlic.
My new chocolate brown cotton ones.

Horseback riding
Horseback riding
Asparagus soup
Any nice socks that fit, match, with no holes! In a nice colour.

Books, and playing outdoors with my friends.

Still playing outdoors with my friends. My dogs.

Roasted tomato, courgette and onion, blitzed and added to veg stock. Served with a poached egg, chilli oil, and cheese shavings.

Bamboo socks from BAM. Like a soft, silky hug for my feet.

Thank you for offering a recipe - excellent!

@November10000 I forgot about French onion. Delish.

My little ponies.
Evening walks around the village with my dad.
Getting my own bedroom.
Drinking gravy in a mug as a snack 🤣

Seaside holidays, being able to go to bed when I want, sprout soup, some soft, fluffy, merino wool ones I bought from Amazon.

Sprout soup you say? Tell me more

Climbing a tree with a book in my fist so I could sit and read up high.
(I was hopeless at getting down though, and sometimes needed rescuing)

Catching frogs and toads at the creek behind our housing estate.

Watching the geese migrate in huge Vs across the sky; they were honking the whole time.

Ahhh...lovely thread, OP.

Lying in bed and seeing my first 'real' ballet tutu hanging from from my wardrobe door. I was 6 and remember telling myself that I was the happiest child in the whole world at that moment.

The freedom to choose and book holidays, and taking the DC to see bits of the world brings me such joy, and makes me feel like a real grown up

Bouillabaisse, with a lump of bread and beaker of red wine

The ones my DD's friend knits

Holidays in a caravan in Caister. Our caravan was right next to the sea wall, and we’d sit on it to have our breakfast bacon sandwiches and cups of tea looking out to sea - me, my dad and my grandad. I can still feel the warm sandy concrete under my legs. Sitting there with my two favourites and a book (Enid Blyton, for preference) was my childhood heaven.

Laughing with my DH and my two adult DC. We’ve faced some tough times, but we’ve always - always- made each other laugh. It’s when I feel complete, laughing around a board game with them all.

Soup - homemade chicken and vegetable, when someone has a cold. I cook it for hours then shred the chicken. Food for the soul.

Socks - Seasalt Very Fine socks. Good length, good thickness, don’t slip down, nice patterns. A recent happy discovery.

It was heaven to me.

Running in the fields on our farm with all the neighbours kids, happy and free with the sun shining or reading Anne of Green Gables while everyone else chatted around me; big family.
Sitting on my deckchair on any sunny beach reading my book.
It's all about sunshine and books.
I hate soup!!
Lovely thick workman socks from Lidl that keep my feet warm playing Winter golf..so cosy!

I just roasted some sprouts with bacon and/or blue cheese in garlic oil, then simmered with veg stock with salt and pepper and some brown sugar and whizzed up, adding single cream until it was a good, soupy consistency.

Oh what a lovely thread!

For me, spending hours in the field with a pile of books, then going for a long brisk walk. Especially in the winter with a thermos of cabbage water! 😂 Dad would make colcannon and ohhhh the water. Loads of black pepper.

Vegetable soup; chunky and cooked so slowly for hours, with full cloves of garlic thrown in so they'd melt in my mouth. Or lentil soup too, on one of those winter days when the air is really sharp. Can remember smelling it on the stove as I walked up the path. I still make them regularly! Cheese and onion pasties too. 😍

Socks had to be chunky thick ones knitted by my Aunt! She's passed now but I still love thick knobbly socks.