Chicken Soup...

Over the past few days I have gotten a cold that just will not go away. All I really want to eat is some homemade chicken soup. Sounds like a simple enough request...

...minus the fact that I have never actually made it on my own. Growing up, my mom made it. In college, Campbell's made it (from the can of course), and post college since moving to NYC, T has made it. But I am now at a cross roads. T is on a vacation with his family....My mom is in Atlanta... Campbell's just sounds gross.... and I am sick. That means, no one to make it for me... but me.

Crap. 

I am not the best of cooks. I try very hard. I try to follow the directions as well as possible. But I am also extremely impatient,  which does not make for a good cook. I want everything to move faster... meaning I under cook, or over cook everything. Chicken I will initially undercook, notice that its undercooked, and then cook the life out of it, because I don't want to get anyone sick. Which, in turn, I make the chicken look, taste and feel like rubber.

But, right now, the only thing I can think about, is a big bowl of steaming hot chicken soup, to make me feel better. The Jewish Penicillin. And undercooked Jewish penicillin will not do the trick.

I also hate touching raw chicken. Someone about it gives me the willies. When its necessary, I will touch raw chicken (or any raw meat in fact). But if it can be avoided, I run to the hills. I called my mom this afternoon asking how she makes her chicken soup, and her recipe calls for "pulling out the insides of the raw chicken." Gag me now. If having this cold isn't bad enough, touching raw chicken will put me over the edge.

 So tonight, when I go home... I am going to attempt to make my first batch of soup. Wish me luck.

Peace, Love, and gotta learn sometime,
B