I am waiting for another hour and a half to check on my chicken soup that's baking in the oven. I have worked a very difficult and very long shift and the smell is killing me. I would wait until tomorrow to make it but Iner has the flu and I'm next in line so I'd rather get the soup made while I have the ability to stand up without throwing up.
The soup I'm making is from a pork shoulder stew recipe I make for winter time but with changes.
I put a quart of chicken stock and vegetable stock in a dutch oven and added, 9 boneless skinless chicken thighs, jasmine rice, an alarming amount of minced garlic, a few shakes of ginger for taste (I bought the real deal for adding copious amounts but I don't think it made it home from the store), three leeks, a bunch of baby red and gold potatoes, an orange bell pepper, creole, fresh rosemary, fresh thyme, three sticks if celery (Iner loves it but I can't stand the stuff), a big ole glob of tomato paste and a couple of bay leaves.
I wanted to put in cabbage but since I never had cabbage in chicken soup I didn't really know if that would make a happy marriage with everything else. A healthy soup is important for getting over sickness but it has to still taste good in order to choke it down. Then I brought it to a simmer and shoved it in the oven and 280 degrees for two hours.
It's strange but part of me is excited about potentially getting the flu which I know is a terribly deranged way of thinking because the flu IS deadly and horrible and just plan nasty. But I am prepared and I think while yes I will be suffering it will at least be enough of a reason to not DO A DAMN THING and not feel guilty about it. I haven't gotten a chance to really rest lately. When I do decide not to do anything I feel guilty about it even when I know I shouldn't.
Also it's been a long time since I've been severely ill and sometimes you need to be severely ill to make you realize that "Oh right, all this other stuff isn't so bad compared to having the FLU". While I can tell myself on a daily basis that the garbage I deal with isn't as bad as the flu I still need at least a head cold once in a blue moon to help me KNOW it.
I think a part of me gets excited when the s**t really hits the fan. A bunch of small terrible things is annoying and overwhelming but when it all hits the wind mill a part of me is excited to see what ideas I will come up with to solve the issue at hand and how quickly I can resolve it. Plus I love any reason to complain about something so it might as well be a valid reason.
I'm just about finished listening to A Hat Full of Sky by Terry Pratchett and for all I know it only has a few minutes left but I'm just too distracted at the moment and I want to give it my full concentration.
I can smell the jasmine rice and all the other lovely ingredients of the soup and I'm so tired that I'm dizzy. Well you can bet your a** I'm going to at least have a small bowl before bed.
The soup I'm making is from a pork shoulder stew recipe I make for winter time but with changes.
I put a quart of chicken stock and vegetable stock in a dutch oven and added, 9 boneless skinless chicken thighs, jasmine rice, an alarming amount of minced garlic, a few shakes of ginger for taste (I bought the real deal for adding copious amounts but I don't think it made it home from the store), three leeks, a bunch of baby red and gold potatoes, an orange bell pepper, creole, fresh rosemary, fresh thyme, three sticks if celery (Iner loves it but I can't stand the stuff), a big ole glob of tomato paste and a couple of bay leaves.
I wanted to put in cabbage but since I never had cabbage in chicken soup I didn't really know if that would make a happy marriage with everything else. A healthy soup is important for getting over sickness but it has to still taste good in order to choke it down. Then I brought it to a simmer and shoved it in the oven and 280 degrees for two hours.
It's strange but part of me is excited about potentially getting the flu which I know is a terribly deranged way of thinking because the flu IS deadly and horrible and just plan nasty. But I am prepared and I think while yes I will be suffering it will at least be enough of a reason to not DO A DAMN THING and not feel guilty about it. I haven't gotten a chance to really rest lately. When I do decide not to do anything I feel guilty about it even when I know I shouldn't.
Also it's been a long time since I've been severely ill and sometimes you need to be severely ill to make you realize that "Oh right, all this other stuff isn't so bad compared to having the FLU". While I can tell myself on a daily basis that the garbage I deal with isn't as bad as the flu I still need at least a head cold once in a blue moon to help me KNOW it.
I think a part of me gets excited when the s**t really hits the fan. A bunch of small terrible things is annoying and overwhelming but when it all hits the wind mill a part of me is excited to see what ideas I will come up with to solve the issue at hand and how quickly I can resolve it. Plus I love any reason to complain about something so it might as well be a valid reason.
I'm just about finished listening to A Hat Full of Sky by Terry Pratchett and for all I know it only has a few minutes left but I'm just too distracted at the moment and I want to give it my full concentration.
I can smell the jasmine rice and all the other lovely ingredients of the soup and I'm so tired that I'm dizzy. Well you can bet your a** I'm going to at least have a small bowl before bed.
