Friday, January 15, 2010

Immunity Booster Chicken Noodle Soup

Roasted Chicken
1 whole chicken
1 cup broth (vegetable or chicken)
2 cloves of garlic peeled and sliced
1 whole onion sliced
chicken seasoning
dash of sea salt and pepper
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Place chicken in roasting pan breast side up.  Add cup of broth, sliced onion and garlic.  Season to taste with sea salt, pepper, and chicken seasoning. Use as kitchen baster to occasionally moisten meat with juices.  Roast for 1 hour then flip chicken so that breast side is down.  Season to taste with sea salt, pepper, and chicken seasoning. Use as kitchen baster to occasionally moisten meat with juices.  Roast for 2 1/2 hours or until meat is no longer pink and juices run clear when meat is pricked with a fork.
1-3lb. can of swanson msg free chicken broth
plus one can of water
juices from roasting pan
2 cloves garlic minced
1 sweet onion chopped
3 medium stalks bok choy chopped
2 parsnips peeled and chopped
2 medium carrots peeled and chopped
1 medium leek thinly sliced
1-1/2 box of whole wheat noodles (egg, spiral, fettuccine)
meat from 1 whole chicken
sea salt and pepper to taste
In a large pot bring 1 large 3lb can of swanson msg free chicken broth, 1 can of water and broth from roasting pan to a low boil over medium heat.  Add carrots, parsnips, onion, garlic, and bok choy and a pinch of sea salt.  Boil for 20 minutes then add leeks and roasted chicken meat.  Add a pinch of sea salt and pepper to taste.  After all the chicken meat has been added to pot add noodles.  Cook noodles as directed on box.  Enjoy!
I went to bed last night realizing that today I was going to feel like Hell had sent me an invitation to their party. I immediately dug out my emergency immunization booster daily diet and blew the dust from the top page.  It has been awhile since I have last been sick, in fact, I managed to squeeze past all the sick people that seemed to be gaining number around me.  Everyone knows that mass populations horded into a small area spread illness quicker than dry prairie grass in a  lightning storm.  I blame Luke for my sudden outbreak of sniffles, head and body aches.  The most unusual part of this sickness was waking up and NOT being hungry.  I woke up at my usual late after noon hour (which I despise about myself) and started seasoning the whole chicken I pulled from the freezer last night (like I mentioned earlier, I knew I was going to need this).  Chicken soup is supposed to be one of the best ways to suppress inflammation and cold related symptoms.   I will post the recipe that I made seperatly, but let me tell you that I find it quite amazing!
Question:  Is it weird that I can push the snooze button for three hours, in five minute intervals, and incorporate that into my dream?
Happy Birthday Jabba!!  Jabba is three years old today!  He doesn't get table scraps, however for his birthday he gets his favorite two meats chicken and ham with a cupcake (a cupcake dog biscuit). For his birthday he got a new dog bed and some of his favorite balls though he is not the greatest at playing catch with them.  We were going to have a birthday party for Jabba with a few of the neighborhood dogs, but I am suffering the pains of a Midwestern Death cold.  Sorry Jabbs.


It took me awhile to admit that I loved the show "My Name is Earl." I was a closet watcher for the first few weeks as I peered over at Luke's eyes to see if he was awake to witness my secret love of redneck comedy.  The worst part was that I could not explain my love for the show.  Recently though when I had a tough rumble with Karma I realized what it was that Earl and I had in common,  we are both believers in the power of Karma.
When I was younger I used to be a habitual liar of everything.  I would lie to cover up a lie and so caught deeply into the intertwining of my own delusional web.  It was a tough life, having to remember what lie I had told to whom, and eventually it caught up with me.  I lost friends, hurt loved ones, lost jobs, and missed out on the good fortunes life could of offered if only I would of told the truth.  Oh by the way, as my luck would have it, whenever I told a lie, I would suffer the truth of this lie.  I have recently reminded myself of this fate.
After reality finally stepped in and slapped me across the face, I began to realize the comfort that telling the truth offered.  I vowed then to always tell the truth or suffer immediate consequences.  That is why I love "My Name is Earl," because it is a parallel comedic version of my own life.