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Day 67: Chickenoodle Soup


At this point in the program I have to pause and ponder how much detail I should divulge when it comes to relaying the events that occur in my life over dinnertime. Suffice to say that today there was a crisis; everyone is OK, more or less, but at dinnertime we converged at my sister’s house to do some damage control. My other sister brought roast chickens from Safeway, a loaf of sourdough bread, some oranges and a salad. I brought coffee.


To be honest, in the late afternoon I made another batch of chocolate covered hazelnuts, and ate enough to qualify calorically as dinner. When it became apparent I had to leave the house quickly, with Willem, I put on the pot of chickenoodle soup (I have to say it like that now, since reading it in Nigella’s Feast) that I made yesterday from the chunky, chickeny stock Mike made from a roast chicken left over from shooting a few days before. I poured out most of the stock into freezer containers, leaving all the shredded chunks of chicken in the bottom, brought the rest to a simmer, and threw in a handful of frozen peas and wide egg noodles. Salt and pepper to finish once the noodles were tender, and that’s it.

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2 comments on “Day 67: Chickenoodle Soup

  1. Dana mccauley
    March 8, 2008 at 1:00 pm

    Jules,

    Hope all is well chez vous. I hope to be in Calgary soon. Hopefully we can do lunch or drinks and you can unburden if you need an ear.

  2. Rope
    July 5, 2011 at 6:19 pm

    A wonderful job. Super helpful ifrnmoation.

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