Done for love
My husband requested Chicken Noodle Soup for dinner tonight. Not really that big of a deal. Then he commented on how good it was last time I made it when I used homemade chicken stock.
My mental plan of buying all the ingredients in cans to save time was adjusted. Chicken was bought on the bone (and cheaper!) and baked. Chicken picked off to save for the soup and later meals. Bones cooked with veggies to make the stock. Everything recombined to make a soup my husband will love. A day long process completed. Dinner for 3, my husband and boys ready.
Me? Can't stomach chicken. Haven't been able to eat it since I was pregnant with my youngest. Four years since I've been able to enjoy chicken. Cooking it today was even difficult. For some reason my aversion to chicken, the smell, sight and taste, lasted longer than my pregnancy. I used to eat chicken probably 5 nights a week. Since the fall of 2005 I haven't finished a meal of chicken.
Cooking chicken for my family, a dish they love, is a way I show my love for them.
Pass the crackers and hummus, please.




