One of the easiest ways to tell that summer is leaving is to look around, and you'll probably see a bunch of sick people. Or you could be like me, and look in the mirror to see a single sick person. This weekend I devised the perfect cure-all to accompany your drug cocktail of choice.
When figuring out what to make, my first requirement was that I wouldn't have to leave the house, and that it wouldn't be labor intensive. Rummaging through my freezer I found a huge smoked ham hock, and immediately knew that soup was going to be the main course. Dried split peas in the pantry followed, and the last thing I had to make sure of was that the couch be ready for me.