It must be winter. My first batch of chicken soup is done, and mmm, it’s good. I was a little bit worried this time–I made it in stages. I forgot to defrost the chicken in time for Sunday, so I cooked some of the chicken and ate it for dinner that night. Then I thought I’d make it after work on Monday–fuhgeddaboutit, got home too late. Tuesday? Nah. Decided to cook the chicken Tuesday night and also wound up making the matzoh balls. I knew they’d let me out of work early today. So, I ran some errands, got home around four, put all the soup ingredients together except the matzoh balls, and cooked them for, hm, looks like about an hour and a half or so. Took out the chicken and the vegetables I don’t eat, put in the matzoh balls, took the chicken off the bones and pulled it into bite-sized pieces, mix it all back in the pot, ladle out a bowl of soup for self, and I have my penicillin for the winter. Much tastier than the stuff they give you at the doctor’s.
It’s cooling down. But it tastes great. Looks like I can make it all at once or in stages, and it’s still good.
Any way to ship some here. :) It sounds wonderful.
Well, if I freeze it and ship it with dry ice, sure. I’m thinking that the soup isn’t going to make it much farther than from the freezer to wherever I’m having lunch that day, though.
Its just it reminds me of my grandmother. :) She used to make Jewish Penicillin every year, that I can remember. Gosh, what nice memories those are!
Mmmm. Your chicken soup sounds wonderful.
Oh, Meryl – this is where our tastes diverge completely. I was overfed by the stuff as child and now cannot stand the mere smell of it.
Anyways, did you hear about this Muslim Brotherhood chap?