In my younger days of partying a little too hard, I had a wonderful friend called Maurice, who would come round and look after my housemate & I when we weren’t doing a very good job of it ourselves.
He would bring a can of Baxters Spicy Parsnip Soup with him, and feed us up. It became a kind of gastro comfort blanket.
Sadly Mo is no longer with us, but I make this soup in his memory, every time I need to feel looked after and nourished. And I send him a nod and a wink as I eat it, proving I can look after myself now :)