Another recipe sparked by Jethro being ill, my chicken soup story is fraught with pain.
I decided to make chicken soup for Jethro (around the same time of the bewb cake) because he was sick and whiny and being stereotypically male about the entire situation. (It’s okay, he doesn’t read my blog. I KNOW, he’s a bad husband.) And since he was being so TV sitcom about his cold, I decided to do so also and make him chicken soup.
Knowing my husband’s propensity to reject anything too “fancy”, I found a fairly simple recipe from Rachael Ray that didn’t look too out there.
Except for the popcorn she says to add as a garnish. Popcorn? Seriously, RayRay?
Do y’all ever think she’s just making shit up as she goes along? Or that she’s effing crazy? “Then add oyster crackers! Or…or…popcorn! Or…Jolly Ranchers! Yeah, Jolly Ranchers! Have fun with it! Hey, Rancher sounds like Rachael!! Rancher Rachael! HAHAHHAHA! EVOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”
Anyway, Jethro was languishing on the couch, waiting for sweet oblivion or his NyQuil to kick in, whichever came first. Like the dutiful wife that I am, I assembled ingredients and went to work. The vegetables were chopped smaller than normally necessary to facilitate Jethro’s green thing phobia. Chicken was cooked and diced and then simmered in my homemade chicken stock. Yes, people, I’d even had homemade chicken stock in the freezer for just such an occasion. This was serious chicken soup.
I took a bowl to Jethro and quietly went back to the kitchen to clean up. Again, dutiful wife. I come back later, to see my soup still sitting in the bowl, though his cheese and bread sides had been consumed. (Jethro does not turn down cheese or carbs. Ever.)
I called him on it, but he plead illness, saying he had no appetite. I could understand that, so I relented. Culinary dignity dinged, but not damaged.
Until, over the next couple of days when HE STILL HAD NOT EATEN ANY OF IT. Even though everybody knows soup is better the next day. Even when he was better and back at work, Jethro never ate any of my chicken soup.
My first chicken soup, made from scratch with homemade stock and lots of love, intended to banish his cold and warm his heart as well as his belly.
He didn’t eat it.
I’m still pissed.
On the upside, I get to bring this up at regular intervals for the rest of our life. Our grandchildren will know the story of the uneaten chicken soup.
And now, moppets, you do too.
RR’s recipe is pretty basic and pretty good, so I don’t jack with it much. My only variations is that I like to thicken the soup with cornstarch and then add a little yogurt a few minutes before finishing to make it thick and creamy. Make sure you add the cornstarch to warm water before adding it to the soup a little at a time. And potato starch works also, as well as a grated potato or instant potato flakes. Just be careful, it’s a fine line between lovely thick soup and chicken goop. (Which can be tasty, but super gross looking.) And you can know for damn sure that Jethro eats it every time.
So let’s talk soup. What’s your favorite? Have any chicken soup variations? Bonus points for everyone who shares the violence they would have inflicted on Jethro for not eating the soup. (He ate a Lunchable the next day for lunch instead. A LUNCHABLE. It wasn’t even a fun one with a cookie or anything…)