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# Chicken Soup for the Belly
I made chicken soup this week. For want of anything better to blog about, this is how I made my chicken soup.
- Go buy a big honking1 chicken.
- Roast it2.
- Eat the chicken, or at least the meat bits. Probably also the skin. If there’s any meat left on the chicken, remove it and save it for chicken sandwiches.
- Put the rest of the carcass in a pot of water with a chopped carrot, chopped celery stalks, salt, pepper and enough water to cover it all. Bring to boil then let it fester and bubble for…ehh…awhile. I let it simmer for a few hours, turned it off overnight, then started it simmering again in the morning and then had it turned off again at lunch-ish.
- Remove the carcass. Probably with a slotted spoon. Dispose of it. Thoughtfully.
- Add chopped parsley and thyme – about a tablespoon of each – and an ear of corn chopped into sections. Bring to the boil again, then let it simmer for a few hours.
- Add some macaroni maybe 60-90 minutes before you serve.
- Serve.
I’ll take a picture next time. Or you know…make it, then you’ll have a picture made of chicken soup.
Meanwhile as I type this, there is a show on Foxtel that appears to be ten to fifteen minute long segments of a strict format: “Could x happen3? Followers of the Seven Signs prophecy say yes!”
1 Note, in this case honking means big. Not actually honking. Not least because that would mean you’ve got a live bird and we live in the 21st century, you can pay other people to kill and clean your meat products. Also, that would be a goose.
2 Roasting left as an exercise for the reader.
3 Where x is something so unlikely to occur that you’d have to be an absolute fucking moron – specifically reared to be as gullible as all get out – to even consider the possibility that x could occur.
