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In search of THE best chicken soup

SallyBR1's picture

Well, folks, after yesterday's rich dinner, we both need to take a step back

it will be a cold evening here and I think a chicken soup would be perfect, as I'm making a nice bread today

I would like to have a tried and true that would be not too spicy.

any suggestions?

MadMom's picture

(post #37094, reply #30 of 42)

I've never had to kill a chicken.  Probably would make me a vegarian for sure...or at least a non-chicken-eater.  DH has stories about his grandmother wringing the neck of a chicken on Sunday morning for Sunday dinner.  I remember my cousin raised chickens next door to us (no restrictions then) and he named them all.  Then he would proudly announce that we were "eating Mammy for lunch."  I don't know how they did it.  Funny, but I don't remember getting any eggs from them.  Maybe they ate them all?



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beejay's picture

(post #37094, reply #31 of 42)

I've been told that one should not develope a personal relationship with one's dinner.


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Regality's picture

(post #37094, reply #32 of 42)

I've been told that one should not develope a personal relationship with one's dinner.


 


Kinda the same logic that will forever keep me from eating snails. *L*



Edited 2/20/2009 11:07 pm by Regality

tones's picture

(post #37094, reply #33 of 42)

I had a pet duck when I was about 6 years old.  It was in the backyard and I tried to play with it...as best one can play with a duck.  But I do know that it was my pet.  Now, mind you, we had no farm in Gardena, CA, and I think it was the only farm-type animal we ever had besides a regular dog.  One day, all of a sudden, I heard that my dad was killing the duck and I looked out the door and I saw a duck running around the back yard with no head attached to his neck.  We were sitting at the dinner table just a while later and it was announced that we were having duck.  I don't remember the picture now as the platter was passed, but I do know that I dismissed myself from the table and announced that I would not be having dinner of my pet!  Memories...

knitpik's picture

(post #37094, reply #34 of 42)

That must have been traumatizing. Do you eat duck now?

tones's picture

(post #37094, reply #38 of 42)

The only duck I do now is "duck, duck, goose" with the grandkids.  Ha Ha.

knitpik's picture

(post #37094, reply #39 of 42)

No quack quack? :)

tones's picture

(post #37094, reply #40 of 42)

Come to think of it, I do seem to be partial to the "quack quack" in imitating the animal sounds for the babies.  LOL

knitpik's picture

(post #37094, reply #41 of 42)

There is still hope. :)

SallyBR1's picture

(post #37094, reply #36 of 42)

loved "the broth was still tough"

:-)

not sure I've "met" you before, but welcome to CT!!!!

 


 


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Gary's picture

(post #37094, reply #37 of 42)

I don't know if you say this from the SF Times about 3 weeks ago. Interesting variations.

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2009/02/01/FDUS15DQV7.DTL

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SallyBR1's picture

(post #37094, reply #42 of 42)

NO, I had not seen that article - very nice, thanks!

 


 


The garbage disposal is your friend. Treat it nicely.


(A little pearl of wisdom, February 2009)