It smells delicious in my apartment tonight. Hell, even the garbage smells like chicken soup. Probably because that’s where the chicken bones are. (Taking it out in the morning; otherwise, not-so-nice smell begins.)
I still have my un-fever. Going to bed shortly. Checking on a job prospect’s website. Wow, company looks great. Here’s hoping.
While I am under the weather, Haveil Havalim (a.k.a. Carnival of the Jews) is not. Go, read. What, you need an engraved invitation? I should have to ask?
(Don’t blame me. It’s the soup.)
Meryl,
Refuah Shlaima.
Thanks for your continued support of Haveil Havalim (and for adding Elie and Jack!)
Do you have Matza balls?
David
I thought that goes without saying.
Actually, I have noodles, too, but I wanted to make this batch with matzoh balls. Next time, probably noodles.
And my readers will notice that yes, there are a million non-serious responses to David’s question, and the first one to use one of them is banned for life. Well, except for me.
Because I’m mighty tempted to say… never mind.
Matzoh balls? Feh! Noodles, lima beans and those little egg yolks from the chicken are what work magic.
I like to mix the matza ball dough with dried herbs before shaping the individual matza balls and putting them in the soup. I usually use Italian seasoning but I’m sure there are lots more possibilities.
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