Forget my soul! I want it for my sanity and budget. Even though I wasn't feeling good yesterday, I made a pot of chicken soup. After I boiled the roasted chicken, I added a miracroix (combination of celery, carrots, and onions) to the broth, then divided it into two pots, dividing the de-boned chicken, as well.
In one pot, I finished the evening meal, making it a traditional chicken noodle soup. I had started soft rolls already... It was hearty and filling and made me feel a little better. The rolls were soft and buttery and didn't make me feel any worse, so all was well with the world.
This afternoon, I finished composing the broth in the other pot. I added a can of petite diced tomatoes, a can of corn (drained), garlic, cumin, oregano, and zucchini. We grated cheese, chopped avocado, put up some tortilla chips and sour cream, and ate the tortilla soup.
I am extremely defensive. All of the above sounded good, right? Well, this afternoon, when I was putting the meal together, hubby asked me, "Didn't we have soup last night?"
Ok, all... there is something I need when I am not feeling well. It is chicken soup. It does not matter if it is traditional chicken noodle, Mexican chicken tortilla, Thai Tom Yum, or hearty chicken and wild rice... as long as it is chicken soup! This is one of my comfort foods, and it makes me feel better, at least mentally...
So, I say this: Let me eat my chicken soup in any way, shape or form, whenever I want, and live with it. Do not question me. I need it, I want it. It comforts me and keeps me sane, at least for the time being. Toodles for now! lisa