Some people love chicken soup.

I am not one of those people.

And yet, when my gut is acting up one of my first instincts is to make it. The InstantPot makes it much less of a chore—no more waiting around for hours while it simmers. (Although that can be nice, too.)

The problem is, once I’ve made a big pot of chicken soup, I don’t want to eat it.

I put it off, like one of those chores that you build up in your mind until it becomes a huge unsurpassable mountain of dirty laundry, or an unending chasm of dirty dishes. And endless loop of chicken soup.

I always have to force myself to eat it.

When I do, it’s never as bad as I imagine.

Eat your chicken soup, people.