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Soup Experiment

I have had a cold pretty much since I came back from Vegas.  I thought I had turned the corner but this weekend it got worse.  I spent most of the weekend coughing and because of that not sleeping so much.  I always find it ironic that the thing you need most when you are sick is the hardest thing to do.  Being a little more than fed up with this, I went to the dr this morning.  Sinus infection.  And a chest x-ray just for fun because Im now a sinus infection regular.  So wanting something a little easy and warm today, I decided to make my first soup...how hard can it be right.  I love soups with veggies but every soup has corn in it.  And I have a mild allergy to corn.  Trying not to agitate my sore (sore really doesn't describe, its more like raw) throat anymore I wanted to make my own soup.  So into the crockpot went chicken broth, 2 cans of diced tomatoes and 3 chicken breasts.  I found potatoes, a red pepper and broccoli in the fridge and green beans in the freezer.  They went in about 1.5 hours before we ate it.  The potatoes probably could have gone in a little sooner but they weren't too bad.  A little red pepper, salt and garlic powder to make it interesting.  It smelled really good cooking but Ive been known to make things that smell amazing but don't taste quite as good, so I was a bit nervous.  Finally Jen came home from boxing and it was dinner time....and I was kinda surprised it came out pretty good.  We each had a slice of the banana bread my P's sent me home with at Christmas and it turned out to be just what I needed to help heal.
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