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pretty good chicken soup

2 Nov

paleo chicken soup caldoI’m really putting out some winners here, huh. Back with a vengeance! No, no, give this soup a chance. It’s not ginger-scented or full of a million root vegetables, but it’s damn good. Pretty pretty prettyyyyy pretty good. And if you look at the picture and think to yourself “why didn’t she strain the soup and get a nice lovely clear broth?”, then know that you’re dead to me. And know that I bought myself a nice strainer in the aftermath of feeling a little contrite that I was so contrary to myself about not straining it. An epic inward struggle.
bone chicken broth paleoCan someone find me a house to live in? I also need someone to find me a car to buy. And while I’m at it, please purchase me some more underwear and socks. That one dresser drawer is pitiful. I’m pitiful. My throat is all dry and scratchy and I woke up in the middle of the night the other night with it all but completely closed up. It’s been a real blast the last few nights! I’m attempting chamomile tea and honey and lemon. Say your prayers that I may make it through to another day to the almightly Jesus above us thou art in heavenly father of the lord and savior, amen. But no, really, I do want to find a little house to rent. One that will motivate me to step it up in life and maybe shop for new underwear and socks. Ugh. Just the worst.

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gingery chicken and bok choy soup

17 Feb

I’ve never made like a regular old chicken soup. I had a Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul book that my mom gave me that I never read because I was waaayyy too cool in high school to read that (I am still too cool to read any of those books. And anything by Mitch Albom, BARF – I know that because I was forced to read one of his books for a class and I railed into the teacher for a) liking it and b) making me read it). Sorry mom. My mom doesn’t even read my blog. I’m like the only blogger in the world whose mom doesn’t read her kid’s blog. I don’t think she likes my recipes. Or I’m boring. Or both. Or she still feels bad that I didn’t read Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul. I am at least fairly confident that she would think Mitch Albom is schlock, too.

Speaking of books, Joe got me a Nook for Christmas. I went bonkers and started reserving all this e-crap on the Denver Library’s site and then all of a sudden it all became available at the same time. I downloaded them all, so I’m frantically trying to read through them one at a time so that I don’t have to wait another two months for any of them to become available again. I’m reading The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest. I have no idea why. I only kind of somewhat liked the first half of the first book. But for some reason I feel compelled to finish them. I don’t know how many more times I can take the author lasciviously describe Lisbeth Salander as anorexic. At least he seems to have dropped the whole trying to shock us with how pierced and tattooed and punkgoth she is (what is this 1993? ooohhhh goths! piercings!!). But that might be because she’s indisposed in a hospital bed right now. Sigh. What am I doing to myself? I could be reading Blood, Bones, and Butter. I think this might be my favorite movie review in a long time.

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