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the spectres vain (2/2)

Fandom: The Haunting of Bly Manor

Pairing: Dani Clayton / Jamie / Viola Lloyd

Rating: M

Wordcount: 6,525

Summary: She had said before, ‘so many people mix up love and possession,’ and now years later she wondered if that was the reason why they had been given so much time. That maybe Viola thought this was love. That maybe she loved this. Loved her. Loved them.

Content advisory: spoilers, horror, and ghost smut

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“The night isn’t dark; the world is dark. Stay with me a little longer.”

-‘Departure’, Louise Gluck

"I really thought this would go away. But it just hasn't."

They were sitting in a cheap diner, their local favourite down the road. Jamie had already received her meal -- an omelette with a cup of coffee and a side of toast, all of which was going to be far too much for her to eat; she never would get used to the size of American meals -- but Dani had yet to receive her own. Jamie paused in the act of picking up her knife and fork. Dani's eyes were glued to her meal, like a starving man who had seen food for the first time in weeks.

"What would go away? Food?" Jamie asked. She slowly passed the knife and fork between her hands -- clink of chipped cutlery -- and began to eat.

"Yeah."

Dani tore her gaze away from Jamie's plate and instead focused on the salt and pepper shakers between them, bracketing the serviette dispenser like little guardsmen. She was sitting on her hands, as though that were the only thing keeping herself from snatching Jamie's food away for herself. She worried at her lower lip with her teeth.

"I mean, I've always liked food. But after -" She made a nodding motion with her head. "- anyway after, it was like I'd never tasted food before in my life. It was so strange. Everything tasted so sweet. I could hardly choke down a cup of apple juice. And a cheeseburger? I thought that I'd died the first time I bit into one. All that sauce."

Dani trailed off. She was frowning contemplatively at her scratched reflection in the chrome-plated dispenser.

Jamie shoved a mouthful of omelette into her mouth and spoke gracelessly around it. "Always thought American food was too sweet, myself. Maybe you got used to Owen's cooking over in England."

Dani gave her a look. "You know that's not why."

"Yeah, I know." Jamie finished chewing, already cutting up another piece and loading up the back of her fork with her knife. "I noticed the appetite change, of course."

"Mmm." Dani nodded. Her mouth was twisted to one side; she was chewing the inside of her cheek and sneaking glances at her wristwatch as though even the ten minute wait was too long for her to bear. "But it just -- it hasn't gone away. It's more bearable now. I still struggle with cake that's really sugary or has too much icing. But food is -- well, it's an experience. Every time."

Jamie made a noise in the back of her throat; her mouth was too full for even her to speak. She finished her bite, and then said, "Anything in particular you two have been craving?"

If anything, Dani seemed startled by the question. The thoughtful groove in her brow deepened, before she answered, "Tarte au citron. She used to love lemons. Anything sour. Not too sweet. Always a hint of bite."

Nodding slowly, Jamie said, "Yeah, all right. We can make do with that. And what about you? Do you like sour things?"

Dani's mouth opened to answer, but before she could say anything, the waitress came by and placed an enormous cheeseburger with all the trimmings in front of her -- bacon, extra cheese and gherkin, the whole lot. "Thank you so much."

The waitress had hardly taken two steps away before Dani descended upon her meal. The cheeseburger was in her hands and then in her mouth in a flash. She took a large bite, and juice dripped all down her fingers. As Dani chewed, she moaned softly, eyes shut in rapture. “God,” she mumbled. “That’s so good.”

Jamie lifted her eyebrows and coughed discreetly. “Blimey. Do you two need a room?”

Dani nodded and took another bite. Jamie laughed, and she could see the way Dani's mouth curled into a smile even as her cheeks bulged.

Later that week, Jamie was passing by a bakery on her way back to their florist's shop. She stopped and peered through the window. All of the baker's wares were on neat display, ranging from little fancies to proud cakes dusted with chocolate shavings.

And there, near the middle, a row of lemon tarts the size of her hand.

When she returned to the florist's shop, the bell attached to the door by a string announced her arrival, along with her accompanying bellow, "I'm back! I see you didn't burn the place down in my absence! Well done, love!"

It was a Saturday, and the sign turned to 'CLOSED' on the door bounced when she shut it. The sound of footsteps drummed down the stairs, and Dani's legs appeared as she descended the steps. "Oh, hey! How'd the bank go?"

"The usual." Jamie walked forward to the countertop with the cash register. "All their old farts with all their old money. And some money that isn't theirs either."

"Uh huh," Dani said. "And the loan?"

Jamie lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. "Sounded like they were impressed by the little talk you had with them last week about tenants and estate management.”

Dani’s face split into a wide smile. “Really? They’re going to give us the money to buy the shop instead of rent?”

“And the apartment, too,” Jamie said, and she couldn’t help it either. Her own grin broadened. “Anyway, I got you something."

She held out a plain brown wax-paper bag. Dani blinked, and took it.

"Oh, thanks, I was just thinking about -" Dani's voice slowed, then stopped. Her smile lessened slightly, when she opened the bag and saw what it contained. A perfect lemon tart with a dash of cream that had been only slightly smushed on Jamie's walk home. "Oh."

Without a word, Jamie pulled from her back pocket the plastic fork that had come with it. "Go on, then. Let's see how it compares to 16-whatever."

For a long moment Dani fiddled with the plastic fork. It were as though she were standing at the edge of a dock, readying herself for a plunge into icy waters. And then with a brave smile towards Jamie, she cut herself a piece and took a bite.

Jamie wondered what it must have been like. Dani's eyes were closed. She looked utterly transported.

"Good?"

Dani opened her eyes again and nodded. "So, so good."

"Yeah?" Jamie leaned her elbows upon the countertop, watching as Dani went in for another bite. "Better or worse than 16-who-even-cares?"

Dani hummed around the fork in her mouth. Pulling it free and chewing, she said, "Better. Way better."

"Why d'you think that is?"

"It's -" Dani went quiet for a moment as she continued to eat, mulling over every morsel. "It's smoother. Richer. Tarter. More depth of flavour."

"Is that the ingredients talking? Or the fact that you've been stuck in a lake without a body for five-hundred years?"

Dani went very still. After a pause she kept chewing. “A bit of both, I think.” She swallowed, then took a deep breath and looked Jamie dead in the eye. “It’s still me, you know. I’m still me.”

Jamie smiled at her. “I know, Poppins. I know.”

When Dani held out the next forkful to her, she let herself be fed. And indeed, she’d been right. Smooth. Rich. Tart. And a depth of flavour.

At some point -- she could not say exactly when -- Jamie began doing things explicitly thinking of not just what Dani might like, but what Viola might also like.

She read old books. She asked a friend of a friend who went to university to study textile history for any hints of seventeenth century culture. Anything at all so long as it was between the years of 1645 and 1680. (She knew the dates perfectly, but she wasn’t about to let Viola know that. Couldn’t have their evil aristocratic ghost getting all uppity on them, could they?)

She grew specialty plants. She bought specialty food. She gave her clothes and jewelry, little trinkets, only what she could afford. Dani loved them all.

And Viola -- well, Viola was a mystery.

"Did you know that our very own Viola may very well have met Oliver Cromwell?"

Beside her in bed, Dani shifted and the mattress springs creaked beneath her weight. "Are you doing research on my ghost?"

In answer Jamie pointed at the place in the book she was reading and said, "In the year 1658 the daughters of one Mister Willoughby, Viola and Perdita, visited Court, aged fifteen and ten respectively. There they paid their respects and stayed for a few months in a London residence, before returning to the family estate." Jamie set the book down on her legs. "Do you think she actually met him? No. They couldn't have. The Lloyds weren't that reputable, were they?"

"She did," Dani said in a hollow tone. She was staring into the middle distance again, her expression slack.

"Oh, yeah?" Jamie asked. "She want me to know that, does she?"

Still gazing off into space, Dani nodded.

Jamie gestured with the open book. "Noted." She tried to go back to reading, but her curiosity got the better of her. "Okay, what was he like? Good ol' Ironsides?"

"Cold." Dani's eyelids fluttered and she seemed to come to herself. She cleared her throat, but continued, "And he was so critical of her nice new clothes. But she had the last laugh in the end."

Jamie snickered. "Sounds about right."

“He died that same year. Right after they’d visited,” Dani said. “She thought his beheading later was very funny.”

Hearing that, Jamie’s eyes widened. "Holy shit. Wait. Was Viola a secret Catholic?"

Dani scowled darkly at her. The air of their bedroom seemed suddenly colder.

"Whoops. Personal question, then?" Jamie held her hands together in mock supplication and thickened her accent. "A thousand pardons, m'lud."

With a snort of laughter, Dani pushed Jamie's hands down, but paused to lean forward for a quick peck on the mouth.

Sometimes Jamie felt like she was stalking a dead woman. Constantly trying to figure out what Viola might like, what might entice her to stay. And then worrying that perhaps it meant Dani was losing a bit of herself everyday. Like a coin rubbed smooth over the years, until the minted face was indistinguishable. One replacing the other. Or perhaps more like losing the line that separated them. Until she could no longer tell where Dani ended and Viola began.

Yet in time Jamie learned she would do anything if it meant that Dani was here by her side. Every action. Every game pie. Every tight-armed hug. ‘Don’t go. Stay with me. Just for today. Just one more day.’

And every time, Dani caught her eye and smiled as though she had heard the unspoken words, as though they had rung about in the pull-down attic of their little apartment. And every time she would reach out to squeeze Jamie’s hand, and pull her into a reassuring kiss.

Americans, Jamie had learned since living here, were obsessed with Halloween. Personally, she didn’t see the appeal. Now, lighting up the effigy of a Catholic who had once attempted to blow up Parliament? That was more her cup of tea.

Still, when in Rome...And the few friends they had made along the way had invited her to a costume party in town. It would be churlish to decline. They needed more friends. Friends that weren’t linked to a shared trauma.

Besides, as it turned out her friend’s friend at university studying textile history was also an amateur seamstress, and had a few period-accurate pieces that fit without too much trouble. Just a bit nipped in at the waist and -- done. Jamie was set for a ball, or whatever the appropriate equivalent would’ve been called.

“Hey, Jamie, could you help me with this wig? It’s being a real pain in the -”

Dani emerged from their bathroom, half dressed in a Bride of Frankenstein white dress outfit, and froze. It was an hour or so before they were set to leave on the night, and Jamie was in their bedroom draped in a seventeenth century gown, seated on the mattress, a thorn-stripped rose in hand. Dani dropped the aforementioned wig to the ground and stared.

“Too much?” Jamie asked. She adjusted the puffy sleeves so that they sat lower on her arms, revealing more of her chest. “I don’t think it suits me, and I was going to go for a bloke’s outfit instead, but she insisted that -”

“No,” Dani breathed, shaking her head. “No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Well, I knew that, obviously.” Jamie winked. Then she made a shooing gesture with the rose, rising from the bed and walking towards Dani. “Now, c’mon! Let’s get that zig-zag wig of yours on. We’re going to be late.”

Dani stepped to one side to block the exit. Her gaze was dark and fixed, unblinking, upon Jamie’s outfit. “I was wrong, actually. What I said just now.”

“What? About me being perfect?” Jamie joked.

“No, not that. It’s just -” Dani reached out with a tentative hand and her fingers were trembling. She thumbed an edge of the dress at Jamie’s sleeve, testing the rose-coloured silk there. “It’s the wrong colour. You should be in green. Laurel as a crown.”

“Thanks?” Jamie said uncertainly.

Dani stepped closer. With her application of make-up and her pale flowing dress, she seemed more like a ghost than ever. Her hands were on Jamie’s upper arms now, stroking the fabric, following the line of the stomacher’s seams until they rested at Jamie’s narrowed waist.

Dani swallowed, and her voice sounded strained when she asked, “Are you wearing a pair of bodies?”

Jamie huffed with nervous laughter. “Am I wearing a -? What?”

As if coming to herself, Dani blinked and shook her head quickly. “I mean - uh - stays. Uh - What’s the name now? - a corset. Are you wearing a corset?”

“Yeah. And all the petticoats and frills.” Jamie straightened theatrically and tried to stretch her shoulders. “Bloody uncomfortable, too. I tell you what.”

Any attempt to break Dani out of this spell with humour seemed futile, however. She was tracing the metallic gold thread of Jamie’s stomacher with greedy fingertips. “What exquisite passementerie.”

“Yeah,” Jamie said haltingly. She was being guided back towards the bed, their steps slow. “The girl I borrowed this from is into the real deal. Wanted to make it as authentic as possible. I’m guessing she passed with flying colours?”

Wordlessly, Dani nodded. Her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip, her mouth painted a bold and bloody red. Her hands curled into fists, bunching up the skirts at Jamie’s hips as though she wanted to tear the cloth from her, only for her touch to slacken, and her palms to smooth down that same fabric like a caress.

Dani continued walking them towards the bed. “I don’t know exactly what’s happening right now, but I really really want you.”

Whatever reaction Jamie had been expecting, it hadn’t been this. Dani hadn’t blinked for what seemed like an age, and she held herself rigidly, every movement twitchy, as though she couldn’t quite remember how to control her muscles properly.

“Can I -?” Dani started to ask, fingers already slipping towards the laces at Jamie’s front.

Jamie lifted the rose between them and used it to bop Dani gently on the forehead. “‘Course you can, Poppins. So long as it’s still you in there.”

Dani blinked furiously and her head jerked back. Then she laughed softly. “Yeah. I’m - I’m here, too.”

Jamie’s mouth curled in a smirk. “All right, then.” She tossed the rose onto the ground, and reached to the laces that held the gown in place. “Help me out of this thing.”

“No.” Dani grabbed her wrists and held them firmly in place. She shut her eyes for a quick moment, shaking her head back and forth. “Not yet.”

“I thought you said -?”

“I know. And I do. Just -- slowly.”

Jamie stared, searching Dani's face for some hint of her there, but her eyes were still tightly shut, and her fingers were pressed coldly around Jamie's wrists.

"All right," Jamie said. "What do you want me to do?"

Dani's eyes opened then, and her gaze was piercing as a shot in the night. She let go of Jamie, stroking her wrists in silent apology, then said, "Be still."

Jamie lowered her arms, then tried her best to not move at all. A long silent moment stretched between them like a bolt of cloth flaring across a table for measuring. The muscles of Dani's face leapt, then settled, and it were as though the nervous energy ran right out of her to pool at their feet. She straightened to impeccable posture, and her expression was nothing but hunger.

It came as a shock, when Dani first tugged at the strings at Jamie's chest. Clever fingers, accustomed to such garments, worked the laces loose, criss by cross. When the gown had slackened just enough that it began to part from the under layers, she stopped. She brought her hands around, and dipped her fingers along the gap created between silk and cotton, running a line between them all the way from one of Jamie's shoulders, across her chest, to her opposite arm.

When her fingertips trailed across Jamie's collarbone to rest against her sternum, it felt like there was another set dragging along after them. Twin touches mirroring every movement of the other, until suddenly they weren’t. Dani leaned forward, and though her hand remained at the hollow of Jamie’s throat, Jamie could feel an icy caress continue to graze her warm skin.

Then Dani was kissing her neck. Jamie tilted her head to one side, only for some other presence to nudge it back upright. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a second pair of lips against her throat. She swallowed, neck craned back, and teeth scraped against the sensitive skin there, harder than Dani would have ever bitten, hard enough to make her jolt. From the corner of her vision she swore she could almost see another figure shrouded in white, but when her eyes darted in that direction, there was nothing.

When Dani felt a hand reach around her throat, she stiffened. "No," she said. "Not around my neck."

Immediately Dani went very still against her, and the hand withdrew. "Sorry. Better?"

Jamie nodded mutely, but could not bring herself to relax. Not when those pairs of hands had moved to part the robe gown from her front. The ruffled bunch of rose-coloured silk dropped to the mattress just behind her in a rustle. Dani was kissing her mouth now, a long deep drawn out kiss, cupping Jamie's cheeks between both hands, but something was still expertly reaching beneath a layer and untying the ribbons that held the padded pillow around her waist under the over skirt, until that, too, was dropped to the floor.

That phantom touch roved, then began to trace the intricate patterns of the stomacher again. There was more strength behind the caress now. As though, the person responsible were gaining confidence, or perhaps becoming more grounded in reality. The warm lamplight on the bedside table behind them cast too many shadows, and over Dani's shoulder Jamie could clearly see the silhouette of three people instead of two.

Those hands pressed against the seams of the stomacher, and Jamie broke off the kiss to gasp, "Careful. There are pins holding that in place."

"I know," Dani murmured against the side of her mouth. The hands passed right over the pins, leaving them in place. "I don't want it off."

"And miss out on all the fun?"

There was a certain steely coldness about Dani's answering smile. "Who said anything about that? Now,” she pressed gently at Jamie’s sternum. “Lie down.”

Jamie dropped onto the mattress, which bounced slightly beneath her weight. She made to shuffle up towards the headboard, but stopped when Dani sank to her knees before her. And yet, there was a dip in the mattress on either side of her. The blankets bunched up at four points as though beneath another weight. Jamie held her breath and let herself lie completely flat with her legs hanging over the side of the bed. The air above her was thick and cold and almost solid. It felt like lying at the bottom of a lake and staring up at the watery surface overhead.

She could feel Dani pushing up the over skirt and petticoat and whatever other layers there were. Jamie had been told the names of each one at the time, but hadn't paid much attention then. Now, she wished she had. Now, Dani was running her hands along each one in turn, slowly sliding them up to Jamie's hips.

Something tugged at one of the black ribbon garters just above Jamie's knees, which kept those long white stockings in place. Then Dani was sliding the left stocking down her leg, pausing to press a kiss to each patch of bare exposed skin. She shivered. As Dani removed the first stocking and moved to the second, Jamie felt a kiss at her neck again. The suddenness of it made her twitch. She reached out, but her hands passed right through the air above her. A pair of hands gripped her wrists and pinned them down to the bed.

Jamie made a noise in the back of her throat. Dani paused, and the grip around Jamie's wrists slackened just fractionally until it became clear that she wasn't fighting back.

Once the final stocking was removed, Dani pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Jamie's inner thigh. Jamie squirmed. Though Dani’s head was only barely visible between her legs, Jamie could not escape the feeling of someone staring intently at her. Dani’s mouth worked its way up and up and -- Jamie hissed, shutting her eyes and clenching her teeth. While the rest of her was cold, Dani’s tongue was a length of heat, licking long warm stripes and small circles.

With a moan Jamie’s hands jerked, instinctively going to grab Dani’s head, but she was held back, tethered down by an invisible ghost that lingered over her like a dream. There came the sensation of something drawing closer, a draught of cold air that drifted across her face, and Jamie’s eyes flew open.

If she focused, she could almost see the monochromatic shape. Dark locks of hair dripped down past her head and puddled on the surrounding bedsheets. Viola was crouched over her in all her former glory. Sparkle of light glinting against the pearls at her throat. A rich cool and satisfied smile. Dark weathers for eyes. The cat that had caught the canary in its claws. She leaned down and kissed Jamie, and her mouth was full and soft, and thin and hard all at once, demanding, unrelenting.

Viola pulled away. She lifted one satin-gloved hand and stroked Jamie’s cheek. “Such a pretty thing.”

Her voice was a hoarse echo across space and time. Dani slipped two fingers into her, and Jamie had to bite back a whimper, her eyes squeezing shut.

“Look at me.”

With a hitched breath as Dani’s tongue worked against her, Jamie struggled to open her eyes, to keep her hips still.

“That’s it, darling,” Viola smiled, and her face began to melt, like a painting that dripped with wax. “Come for me.”

Jamie’s back arched, her head turning against the sheets. She came with a whine that escaped in spite of herself, and it seemed to go on for ages, until she trembled and jerked her hips away. Layers of cotton and silk stuck to her skin with a thin sheen of sweat. Hastily Dani clambered up to take Viola’s place, hands on Jamie’s wrists, crouched over her, her mouth a smear of bold red lipstick, staring intently down, as though trying to memorise every last etch of her face. She swayed closer for a moment to brush her lips against Jamie’s, just softly.

“You all right?” Dani asked, sounding breathless.

Jamie nodded. “Yeah. Good. Great, even.”

“Yeah?”

In answer, Jamie reached up and crushed their mouths together in a bruising kiss. Dani groaned, pressing down against her, then gasped her name.

Hands on her hips, Jamie urged her further up until Dani’s knees bracketed either side of her head. She pushed up the sheer white fabric of the costume around Dani’s thighs. Above her, Dani gripped the frame of their headboard, knuckles white, already panting.

Jamie shouldn’t have been so greedy. She should have taken her time. She should have made Dani writhe, holding her on that ledge for as long as she could until Dani finally broke. But Dani was so wet, her thighs were taught and trembling, and she was grinding down against Jamie’s mouth. Jamie could feel her chin and neck grow slick. She held onto the backs of Dani’s legs and urged her on, coaxing with every roll and swipe of her tongue until she came with a cry.

One of Dani’s hands was tangled in Jamie’s hair. The other was still gripping the headboard tight. She was resting her sweat-stippled forehead against her own arm. When Jamie scraped her teeth lightly against her damp inner thigh, Dani shuddered.

"Are you all right?"

“I need a moment,” Dani said, her chest heaving. “I want to go again, but - Just - Give me just a moment -”

Wiping at her face, Jamie helped Dani back down to lie beside her. “I’ve got you. Don’t worry.” She kissed her temple while Dani gasped for breath into her shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

She had said before, ‘so many people mix up love and possession,’ and now years later Jamie wondered if that was the reason why they had been given so much time. That maybe Viola thought this was love. That maybe she loved this. Loved her. Love them. Or at least the idea of them. In some twisted way. All that cold rage and loneliness clinging to whatever scraps it could find, winding around its prey like a snake slowly throttling the life out of its victim without even realising it.

But maybe Viola wasn't squeezing so hard after all. Maybe she couldn't. Maybe Dani hadn't died yet because Viola was trapped, because she could never again return to the lake at Bly. Maybe Viola wasn't possessing her at all. And if she wasn’t possessing her, then - well.

Even that was too good to be true. The best outcome by far given the circumstances. And really, deep down, Jamie knew that loving Danielle Clayton meant loving her enough to one day let her go.

They didn’t make it to the Halloween party. Eventually, Dani tired herself out, riding Jamie’s fingers for a third time before collapsing atop her and panting for breath as she seemed to come fully back to herself. Jamie was barely able to convince Dani to join her for a shower before she fell asleep, all a-tangle in Jamie’s arms.

The bedside lamp was still lit. Jamie carded her hands through Dani’s long damp and honeyed hair. From the light, the shadow of a woman standing at the foot of their bed was thrown in sharp relief against the opposite wall. Staring at the space where Viola stood, Jamie gently kissed the top of Dani’s head.

Not for the first time in her life she found herself hoping beyond hope that someone could be haunted forever.

One day she brought back a tin full of loose-leaf tea. It was intended for nobody but herself. A full and earthy black. Not the bog her father would've drunk before descending into the ground, but similar in colour to his lungs perhaps. Jamie pulled it out along with the rest of her shopping, and started to put everything away but the tin. And while she did so, she put on the kettle to boil.

The sound of the kettle whirring away on the stove drew Dani from another room, like a siren's song. She was dressed in an old pink shirt tucked into high-waisted, acid-washed jeans. Her hair was still wet from a recent shower. "Need some help?"

"Sure." Jamie handed over the last bag for unpacking. "Take care of that for me while I handle the kettle, will you?"

Without a word, Dani did as asked. She was the taller of the two, and didn't have to reach up onto her toes to put away things on the high shelves. And Jamie was too proud to admit she needed a stepping stool, herself. Why bother? That's what Dani was for. Among other things.

When Jamie opened the cupboard, she asked, "Don't suppose you want some as well? Might not be your cup of tea, so to speak."

"I'll have one. Thanks."

So, Jamie pulled out two mugs. The kettle hissed. She poured a bit of water into each cup to warm them, then spooned the appropriate amount of tea leaves into the pot. While waiting for the tea to steep, Jamie turned round and lifted herself onto the kitchen bench. There, she drummed her sock-clad heels against the cupboard and reached over to the jar that held an assortment of biscuits. Chocolate-drizzled digestives for herself, and ginger biscuits for Dani, who had the unfortunate American affection for cinnamon and ginger and cloves. Jamie couldn't stand ginger, herself. Tasted too medicinal.

Sticking a digestive biscuit into her mouth, Jamie wordlessly held out the jar. Dani was just finishing putting away the shopping bags, and wandered over. Her hand slipped into the glass opening and she fished out two ginger biscuits for herself. Jamie set the jar aside, and meanwhile Dani insinuated herself between Jamie's legs so that she stood snugly against her.

"Long day?" Dani asked.

"Mmm," Jamie mumbled around a mouthful of biscuit. She finished chewing. "Not too bad of a Sunday, to be honest. What about you?"

"I went for a walk in the park," Dani said, looking mischievous as she nibbled on the first biscuit.

"On a Sunday? The scandal," Jamie tsked, tapping her tongue against the backs of her teeth. "What would dear old Viola think about that?"

In reply, Dani arched her brows and smirked, "I think that was the appeal, actually. Plus, we're in the full swing of Fall now, and we won't have many sunny days soon. I wanted to take full advantage while I still had the chance."

"Buy anything while you were out?"

"A scarf for you," Dani answered. "And a pair of gloves for me."

She had a habit of buying articles of clothing out of the blue. Whenever the fancy seemed to strike her. Today was obviously one such a day.

"How very thoughtful."

"It's green. You look good in green," said Dani. "It brings out your eyes."

"I look good in anything," Jamie insisted. "And nothing."

Dani grinned. "That's true, too."

She stepped back and wandered over to the fridge for milk, when Jamie reached around to pour them each a cup of tea.

"Thanks, love," Jamie said, pouring them each a dollop of milk before handing the jug back to Dani, who put it away in the fridge once more.

Their fingers brushed when Jamie handed over the cup of tea. As ever these days, Dani's hands were cold. They eagerly wrapped themselves around the hot cup, and she pulled the tea close to her chest.

Jamie did the same. It was after all, as Dani had said, the throes of Fall; the weather was taking a turn to the icy. And that first sip of tea was pure heaven. It warmed her all the way down her throat and settled in her stomach. Jamie hummed at the sensation and closed her eyes. She could hear Dani do the same beside her.

"I wish I could take this moment," she heard Dani say in a soft murmur, "and press it into a big book for safekeeping. So, I could come back and look at it whenever I felt sad."

“Aye,” Jamie breathed. Then she opened her eyes, and said, “Though maybe only with another biscuit in hand.”

With a snort of laughter, Dani dragged the biscuit jar closer so they could each indulge again. Jamie took one. Again, Dani took two.

“There. Now, that -” Jamie gestured with her cup of tea, speaking around a full mouth, “- is a perfect moment.”

“I could not agree more.” Dani had already finished one biscuit and was busily dunking her second into her tea.

Jamie watched her finish the biscuit before nudging Dani softly with her elbow. “You’re normally more of a coffee drinker. I could’ve brewed a different brew, if you’d wanted.”

“Yeah. But - I dunno. Somehow,” Dani paused to take a sip. She smiled warmly around the brim of the cup. “This tastes like home.”

Polaroids were getting cheaper and more compact these days. She didn’t have to go cramming them into oversized pockets anymore. Jamie had thrown out countless photos over time, never quite satisfied with the outcomes but always searching for some way to keep a hold of her. The day she bought a new camera -- her old one had died the death of kings; a swimming accident, and cameras as it turned out did not swim very well -- she immediately wanted to try it upon returning home.

Dani had just gotten a new haircut. The barber had done something to her fringe to make it look like the sweep of a wing, and she was constantly brushing it out of her eyes. She did so when she looked up as Jamie entered the living room, greeting her with a curious smile.

Brown paper bag under one arm, Jamie took a moment to remove her jacket and sling it across the coat hanger, but she left the green scarf wound around her neck like a python. “I got a new toy,” she announced.

Dani tilted her head to one side. “I told you I’d buy you that nice pair of secateurs for Christmas.”

“And you still can.”

Immediately, Dani’s eyebrows rose and she seemed intrigued. “Then what kind of toy?”

Pretending to look scandalised, Jamie reached into the bag. “How naughty! Not that kind of toy.”

Dani’s cheeks tinged pink. “Oh,” she said. She sounded disappointed.

With a smirk, Jamie strode forward and pulled out the new camera. She chucked the now empty paper bag onto the kitchen countertop, and gestured for Dani to stand beside her. Shaking her head, Dani nonetheless complied.

Jamie grabbed a hold of Dani’s shoulders and kissed her on the cheek, before she lifted the camera up as high as her arm would allow. A press of her finger. A flash of light. A click and whir of cogs and internal mechanisms.

Dani didn’t flinch this time or duck her head. She returned the kiss, then wandered away, humming to herself, without waiting to see the film develop. Jamie watched her go with a warm grin and an appreciative glance. When she looked down at the photo it was to find herself beaming from the square strip of film, and beside her Dani smiling tentatively, grasping Jamie’s opposite shoulder. Both of them were clear and their characters easily distinguishable. She felt herself relax a little.

Then as the white veil continued to lift from the surface, she went very still. On each of their shoulders rested a pale hand, and in the space between them a shadow in the shape of a woman with hair as long and black as the night. The face was a mask worn of all features, but she swore she could see a pair of dark eyes watching her from the film, and a canny smile haunted the unmistakable likeness of the Lady Lloyd of Bly.

Wrenching her eyes up, Jamie stared after Dani, who had wandered into their kitchen and was humming over the kettle. Slowly the water began to build to a boil. The kettle began to hiss. Then to shrilly whine.

Dani removed the kettle from the heat and poured boiling water into the brown betty teapot. "How'd the picture turn out this time?"

Briefly, Jamie considered throwing this one away like all the others, but it were as though a hand was still squeezing her shoulder tight. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to be known and most of all obeyed. Clearing her throat, she took a few hesitant steps forward then held out the square strip of film.

Dani set the kettle back down, and took the picture. She turned it round for a better look. There followed a sharp inhalation, like tearing in one last breath before the plunge. Her eyes widened and then, a slow smile crossed her face. She gasped out an incredulous laugh.

"Y’know, I - I thought this was going to be terrible, but -" Dani stroked her fingers over the image. "It really isn't half bad. You look - I mean. We look -"

Suddenly she snatched her hand away from the picture, clenching her unruly fist and lowering it. Her breaths were shaky but when she glanced up, her eyes were bright. She held up the photo. "Can we keep this one?"

Jamie nodded and shrugged at the same time. “Sure.”

Relief suffused Dani’s face. She did not tuck the photo away in some little corner of the apartment, something to be passed by without a second glance. No. Instead, she turned and began pulling magnets from the fridge. She cleared their normally busy little refrigerator, pushing everything aside to make space. And right there at the very centre of the blank white canvas she pinned the photo into place with a single plain black magnet.

“There,” Dani breathed softly. Her trembling fingertips lingered against the white-edged film. “That looks right. That - It feels just right. Right there.”

The hand at Jamie’s shoulder withdrew, but then there was the feeling of something drifting from the top of her head to the nape of her neck. As though someone were trying to tame the wild curls there with a gentle, approving touch.

“Dani,” Jamie croaked, her voice cracking.

“Hmm?” Dani turned around.

Striding forward, Jamie stopped only when she was close enough that she could peer deeply into Dani’s eyes. They were as they always had been. Variegated as an infected holly.

“Are you -?” Jamie had to swallow down the burr in her throat. “Are you feeling yourself?”

Dani’s answering smile was puzzled. “Yeah,” she said, her words slow and thoughtful, as though considering something inward very closely. “Yeah, I am.”

And she reached up to card her fingers through Jamie’s untamed hair. “You know, it’s strange, really.” Dani’s hand followed the same path as the one had before, coming to rest at the nape of Jamie’s neck, a cool solid comforting weight. She stroked her thumb, and the motion was repeated by one that was colder, like an echo, before the two hands came together at last. “Somehow, I feel more myself than ever.”

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Salmon Burgers

Salmon Burgers are light and tasty burgers that are easy to make ahead and enjoy all summer! The homemade salmon patty is flavorful and quick and easy to grill!

For more delicious creative burgers try Grilled Portobello Burger or Turkey Burger. These burgers are so impressive and are loaded with flavor!

Delicious Salmon Burgers

Salmon burgers are so satisfying and healthy. Those two words don’t usually go together, but this nutrient packed burger is both good for you and just good! It is one of the best salmon burger recipes, including restaurant versions. The fresh taste of seafood and the tangy and bright seasonings are perfection in every hearty bite.

Making a salmon burger from scratch is easy to do and it comes together in under 30 minutes. Make these patties in bulk and freeze them to grill later, or grill them freshly made. Either way, the result is a must try salmon burger that is impressive and crowd-pleasing!

Ingredients in Salmon Burgers:

Most of the ingredients in these from-scratch salmon burgers are already in your pantry, spice cabinet, or refrigerator door. They are staple ingredients that take your salmon and turn it into an insanely delicious burger.

Salmon: Buy a center cut filet that has skin and pin bones removed.

Dijon: Adds moistness and flavor.

Worcestershire sauce: Tangy taste and binding ingredient.

Green Onion: Mild onion flavor and crunchy texture.

Fresh dill: Adds more depth of flavor and pairs well with the salmon.

Lemon juice: A bit of freshness.

Salt and Pepper: To taste!

Bread crumbs: Holds the patty together while its grilling.

Optional: Serve with butter lettuce and tartar sauce.

How to Make Salmon Burgers from Scratch:

Salmon burgers are so fresh and satisfying and easy to make from scratch at home. They are better than anything you can buy at a restaurant and are ready in just minutes!

Prep: Preheat the grill to medium high heat. Cut the salmon into one-inch cubes.

Mix ingredients: Place salmon in a food processor with dijon, Worcestershire sauce, green onion, dill, lemon juice, salt and pepper. Pulse until combined. Meanwhile, in a medium sized bowl add the salmon and breadcrumbs then add it to the mix.

Form patties: Shape meat mixture into four patties.

Grill: Let patties cook on grill for 3-4 minutes on each side.

Serve: Remove from grill and place on buns and desired toppings.

Tips for the Best Salmon Burgers:

Salmon is a versatile fish that goes well with both bold and subtle flavors. So, when building your salmon burger there are many ways to get creative!

Toppings: Keep your burger simple or load it with flavorful toppings like avocado, tomato, onion, lettuce.

Sauces: Pesto, dill sauce, honey mustard, or tartar are my favorite sauces to pair with a salmon burger.

Serve with Burgers: Try Garlic parmesan green beans, roasted honey garlic carrots, or crispy garlic sweet potato fries.

Perfect Temperature: A finished salmon burger should have a golden-brown color on the outside and an opaque pink color on the inside as it cooks. Salmon must reach an internal temperature of 145 degrees to be safe to eat.

Can Salmon Burgers Be Made Ahead?

Salmon patties are so easy to make ahead and store. They are great way to use up any leftover salmon too! Cover them tightly in aluminum foil or plastic wrap before storing. Be sure to separate each patty with parchment paper so that they can easily be pulled apart to re-heat later.

Refrigerator: Cooked salmon patties will last for up to 4 days in the refrigerator. While raw patties should not be left in the refrigerator longer than 2 days.

Freezer: Both grilled and raw salmon patties can be frozen for up to 3 months.

Re-heat: To thaw, place in a pan on medium-high heat until heated through.

More Delicious Burger Recipes:

Spinach Feta Turkey Burgers

Grilled Chipotle Ranch Burgers

The Best Burger and Secret Sauce Recipe

Queso Burgers

Tuscan Garlic Burger with Pesto Mayo

Salmon Burgers

Salmon Burgers are light and tasty burgers that are easy to make ahead and enjoy all summer! The homemade salmon patty is flavorful and quick and easy to grill!

Course Dinner, Main Course

Cuisine American

Keyword grilled burger, salmon burger

Prep Time 10 minutes

Cook Time 10 minutes

Total Time 20 minutes

Servings 4 Burgers

Calories 219kcal

Author Alyssa Rivers

Ingredients

1 pound salmon skin removed

1 Tablespoon dijon

1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce

2 Tablespoons green onion chopped

1 Tablespoon fresh dill

Juice of half a lemon

1 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon pepper

1/2 cup breadcrumbs

Optional for serving:

tarter sauce

butter lettuce

Instructions

Preheat the grill to medium high heat. Cut the salmon into one inch cubes. Place in a food processor with dijon, Worcestershire sauce, green onion, dill, lemon juice, salt and pepper. Pulse until combined. In a medium sized bowl add the salmon and breadcrumbs and mix.

Shape into four patties and place on the grill. Grill for 3-4 minutes on each side. Remove from grill and place on buns and desired toppings.

Nutrition

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Salmon Burgers are light and tasty burgers that are easy to make ahead and enjoy all summer! The homemade salmon patty is flavorful and quick and easy to grill!

For more delicious creative burgers try Grilled Portobello Burger or Turkey Burger. These burgers are so impressive and are loaded with flavor!

Delicious Salmon Burgers

Ingredients in Salmon Burgers:

Salmon: Buy a center cut filet that has skin and pin bones removed.

Dijon: Adds moistness and flavor.

Worcestershire sauce: Tangy taste and binding ingredient.

Green Onion: Mild onion flavor and crunchy texture.

Fresh dill: Adds more depth of flavor and pairs well with the salmon.

Lemon juice: A bit of freshness.

Salt and Pepper: To taste!

Bread crumbs: Holds the patty together while its grilling.

Optional: Serve with butter lettuce and tartar sauce.

How to Make Salmon Burgers from Scratch:

Salmon burgers are so fresh and satisfying and easy to make from scratch at home. They are better than anything you can buy at a restaurant and are ready in just minutes!

Prep: Preheat the grill to medium high heat. Cut the salmon into one-inch cubes.

Form patties: Shape meat mixture into four patties.

Grill: Let patties cook on grill for 3-4 minutes on each side.

Serve: Remove from grill and place on buns and desired toppings.

Tips for the Best Salmon Burgers:

Salmon is a versatile fish that goes well with both bold and subtle flavors. So, when building your salmon burger there are many ways to get creative!

Toppings: Keep your burger simple or load it with flavorful toppings like avocado, tomato, onion, lettuce.

Sauces: Pesto, dill sauce, honey mustard, or tartar are my favorite sauces to pair with a salmon burger.

Serve with Burgers: Try Garlic parmesan green beans, roasted honey garlic carrots, or crispy garlic sweet potato fries.

Can Salmon Burgers Be Made Ahead?

Refrigerator: Cooked salmon patties will last for up to 4 days in the refrigerator. While raw patties should not be left in the refrigerator longer than 2 days.

Freezer: Both grilled and raw salmon patties can be frozen for up to 3 months.

Re-heat: To thaw, place in a pan on medium-high heat until heated through.

More Delicious Burger Recipes:

Spinach Feta Turkey Burgers

Grilled Chipotle Ranch Burgers

The Best Burger and Secret Sauce Recipe

Queso Burgers

Tuscan Garlic Burger with Pesto Mayo

Salmon Burgers

Salmon Burgers are light and tasty burgers that are easy to make ahead and enjoy all summer! The homemade salmon patty is flavorful and quick and easy to grill!

Course Dinner, Main Course

Cuisine American

Keyword grilled burger, salmon burger

Prep Time 10 minutes

Cook Time 10 minutes

Total Time 20 minutes

Servings 4 Burgers

Calories 219kcal

Author Alyssa Rivers

Ingredients

1 pound salmon skin removed

1 Tablespoon dijon

1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce

2 Tablespoons green onion chopped

1 Tablespoon fresh dill

Juice of half a lemon

1 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon pepper

1/2 cup breadcrumbs

Optional for serving:

tarter sauce

butter lettuce

Instructions

Shape into four patties and place on the grill. Grill for 3-4 minutes on each side. Remove from grill and place on buns and desired toppings.

Nutrition

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19 Whole30 Soup Recipes That Make January Way More Tolerable

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19 Whole30 Soup Recipes That Make January Way More Tolerable

We know: It’s so easy to reach for canned soup. And the premade varieties at health food stores can actually be pretty darn good. But most prepackaged goods have hidden downsides—like high sodium and added sugar—and if you’re sticking to a specific way of eating, it can be tough to find premade options that work for you (and deliver that little thing called flavor).

Fortunately, soups are one of the easiest meals to whip up. And nothing beats recipes with whole, natural, fresh ingredients. So let’s push pause on all things packaged and give these 19 Whole30-friendly soups a whirl. Trust us, you won’t go back to store-bought.

1. Slow Cooker White Chicken Chili

Photo: The Real Food Dietitians

Beans aren’t such a magical fruit when it comes to Whole30. But don’t worry: You don’t need beans to make a killer, equally as hearty chili. This recipe uses shredded chicken, bell pepper, onion, jalapeño, coconut milk, and a slew of tasty spices to create a heartwarming soup that’s as kind on your belly as it is on your palate. Top with fresh herbs and a squeeze of lime.

2. Easy Vegan Pumpkin Soup

Photo: The Movement Menu

The secret to creamy soup sans dairy? In this simple soup recipe, it’s pumpkin purée, full-fat coconut milk, and coconut oil (or ghee). The combination of curry paste and curry powder gives the soup just the right amount of punch, as does the addition of eight (!) garlic cloves. For a touch of sweet, top with pomegranate arils and a small spoonful of extra coconut milk. Toasted pepitas provide a nice crunch too.

3. Whole30 Zuppa Toscana

Photo: 40 Aprons

Spicy, creamy, satisfying… this soup checks all the marks. Made with both bacon and sausage, this soup is a meat- and flavor-lover’s dream. (Note: Make sure you buy sugar-free versions of both to guarantee they’re Whole30 compliant.) We love that this savory, filling soup packs a whole lot of greens by using an entire bundle of kale and gets subtle creaminess from, you guessed it, coconut milk.

4. Roasted Cauliflower and Garlic Soup

Photo: Cooking With Curls

This soup is a perfect example of how a small set of ingredients can come together to make something truly extraordinary. Using an entire head of cauliflower and bulb of roasted garlic, this recipe doesn’t skimp on flavor. The rest of the eight-ingredient meal is comprised of spices, stock, onion, and olive oil and can be whipped up in under an hour. Use an immersion blender if you have one on hand, or make sure there’s a vent on your blender top to avoid a soup-plosion.

5. Whole30 Creamy Taco Soup

Photo: The Movement Menu

Who needs a taco shell? This soup has everything you love about tacos but skips the carbs. Made with grass-fed ground beef (turkey and chicken taste great too), bone broth, diced tomatoes, green chilies, coconut milk, and a whopping nine spices, this soup will leave you happy and full. Top with sliced avocado for some extra healthy fats, jalapeños for more spice, and diced red onion for added crunch.

6. Creamy Paleo Chicken Soup With Mushrooms and Kale

Photo: Paleo Running Momma

We’d never thought to use nutritional yeast in soup, but let us tell you: It is awesome. The Whole30-compliant seasoning gives a savory, cheese-like flavor that balances out the coconut milk and brings out the best of the mushrooms and kale. We love sticking to plain ol’ chicken (we recommend thighs), but the soup also works well with sausage or ground turkey. For a touch of spice, add 1-2 teaspoons of red pepper flakes.

7. Curried Cauliflower Rice Kale Soup

Photo: Cotter Crunch

This soup is perfect for days when you’re in need of a serious veg overload. Whether you’re recovering from an overly filling Whole30 meal or simply in the mood to supercharge your veggie intake, this soup is a great way to reset and load up on nutrients. Made with roasted cauliflower, red onion, garlic, carrots, kale, and all kinds of spices, this soup certainly doesn’t skimp on flavor. Make extra, as it freezes well and is great for nights when you can’t muster up the energy to cook something healthy.

8. Chicken Zoodle Soup

Photo: Damn Delicious

If you have the energy to spiralize some squash and chop a few veggies, you can master this zoodle soup. Once the prep work is done, all that’s required is browning the chicken, mixing in the veg and some spices, and letting it simmer in stock. Since zucchini spirals cook so quickly, we recommend dropping them in right before eating as opposed to letting them simmer in the pot. For some unexpected but uber-tasty flavor, add a tablespoon of miso paste to the broth.

9. Thai Meatball and Egg Drop Soup

Photo: A Saucy Kitchen

Egg drop soup is delicious, but it’s best served as a side (due to how light it is). This recipe, however, is packed with protein from the Thai meatballs, giving the traditional egg broth plenty of oomph to make it a main. We love the bright pop of colors from the fresh herbs, chilies, and scallions, and the hint of sweet from the ginger that’s used in both the broth and the meatballs. To save some time, bake the balls the day before.

10. Chicken Avocado Lime Soup

Photo: House of Nash Eats

This soup brilliantly cooks the chicken in the broth before it’s shredded, making it moist and flavorful as can be. Spiced with cumin, oregano, and ground coriander, and topped with crunchy radishes, creamy avocados, and tart lime juice, this recipe is a great way to kick a cold (add extra jalapeños), warm up, or wind down after a long day.

11. Roasted Broccoli Soup

Photo: The Endless Meal

This fancy-looking soup is surprisingly simple to put together. Start by roasting broccoli and onions (don’t be afraid to over-crisp them), blend the roasted bits with boiled potatoes, mix in the lemon tahini sauce, top with leftover veg, and let the eating commence. Rich, creamy, just a tad bit spicy… we think it’s safe to say this soup has it all. (Psst, if you’re a garlic lover, double the amount in the recipe—the more, the merrier.)

12. Easy Roasted Red Pepper Soup

Photo: Creative Green Living

Roasted pepper soup can seem intimidating, but with a few tricks, it’s simple as can be. Trick one: Buy a jar of roasted peppers instead of roasting them at home. It saves time and a visit from firemen when the smoke alarm inevitably goes off. Trick two: Make it sneakily creamy with full-fat coconut milk. Trick three: add carrots and onion for added thickness—oh, and nutrients. If you can manage a blender, you can manage this soup, and you’ll be happy you tried.

13. Acorn Squash Soup With Turmeric

Photo: Seasonal Cravings

Butternut squash soup, pumpkin soup… while delicious, sometimes they can feel a little been there, done that. Change things up by using acorn squash, an equally delicious and creamy squash counterpart. The soup is sweetened with diced apple—for a tarter taste, go with green apple; if you want something sweeter, opt for Gala—and thickened up with onion and carrot. We love the soup as is, but if you’re craving a bit more spice, add a few tablespoons of curry powder.

14. Cauliflower Bacon Soup

Photo: Simone’s Kitchen

Cauliflower soup is an art. A little too much liquid can make it watery, and if the ratio of cauliflower to spices to liquids is the tiniest bit off, the soup can taste bland. This recipe makes things easy by sticking to a relatively small amount of super-flavorful ingredients such as bacon and beef broth. Feel free to up the amount of garlic and grab the largest cauliflower you can find to ensure that thick, glorious texture.

15. Thai Sweet Potato and Carrot Soup

Photo: Wanderlust Kitchen

Another secret to super-creamy soup: sweet potatoes. The thick, flavorful flesh is so tasty on its own, you hardly need spices. That said, this recipe gets pretty inventive with red curry paste, ginger, and lime. Skip the chopped peanut topping to keep it Whole30 friendly; opt for scallions if you’re craving a bit of crunch.

16. Paleo Pizza Soup

Photo: Jay’s Baking Me Crazy

Pizza soup? Yes, you read that right. Made with chicken sausage, pepperoni, mushrooms, marinara sauce, olives, oregano, and other tasty add-ins, this soup truly does feature the best of pizza. (We honestly don’t miss the dough or the cheese.) Feel free to experiment with veggie ingredients—like green bell pepper, red onion, and roasted garlic—and go wild with sausage varieties (as long as they’re sugar-free). Taking only 30 minutes to make, this soup is just about as easy as takeout.

17. Chicken Tortilla-Less Soup

Photo: The Real Food Dietitians

Another soup that’s equally as amazing without its carb counterpart, this tortilla-less soup is so filling you wouldn’t even have room for the crunchy corn. Full of roasted tomatoes, shredded chicken, diced red pepper, and Whole30-compliant taco seasoning, we can say with certainty this soup isn’t missing a thing. Though if you’re craving some crunch, it couldn’t hurt to add some sliced jicama or radish.

18. No-Bean 30-Minute Chili

Photo: The Whole Cook

Sometimes you just want a piping hot bowl of chili—without the beans. This soup delivers on heartiness, spice, and satisfaction. Made with lean ground beef, plenty of peppers and onion, tomato paste, and seven spices, we wouldn’t change a thing. That said, the soup also tastes great with ground chicken or turkey (switch the broth accordingly) and extra chili spice never hurts—if you like spice, that is.

19. Instant Pot Creamy Southwest Chicken Soup

Photo: Perry’s Plate

If only all recipes were as easy as throwing ingredients into a pot and letting the magic happen on its own… until then, we’ll settle for this superstar soup. Start by seasoning and browning the chicken, add the veg, then the broth, and let the simmering commence. For a creamier soup, substitute coconut milk for the almond milk.

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19 Whole30 Soup Recipes That Make January Way More Tolerable

New Post has been published on http://foursprout.com/health/19-whole30-soup-recipes-that-make-january-way-more-tolerable/

19 Whole30 Soup Recipes That Make January Way More Tolerable

1. Slow Cooker White Chicken Chili

Photo: The Real Food Dietitians

2. Easy Vegan Pumpkin Soup

Photo: The Movement Menu

3. Whole30 Zuppa Toscana