I don’t know why but for some reason when my mom tells me I should do something, my initial reaction is, “yeah, yeah…” Whether this is just a bad habit left over from being a know-it-all teenager or needing time to digest it for myself, I’m not sure. But in the end her advice is usually golden and as much as I hate to admit it, she is right.
Last week I was miserable. Mom told me I needed some good old fashioned chicken noodle soup to help boost my poor immune system. I am not a good cook, at all…I usually leave this to Nate and bake the cakes, cookies, etc instead. I actually made her Facetime to walk me through how to boil the whole chicken (organic…while talking to her at the store she made me put back the whole chicken that was on an amazing sale and pick this one up instead).
She walks me through how to clean out the non-existent gizzards (well, I thought it had a gizzard but turns out I was just trying to remove the neck from the ribs…whoops.) It boils until the meat falls off the bone and I strain the water. Once the meat is cooled I pull it from the skin and bones, throwing the skin away and the bones into another bowl. I put the meat back on the stove with fresh water and add the ingredients she wrote down for me:
I let it simmer until it’s ready. I really haven’t had any appetite but it does smell good. I threw the bones into the crockpot with a little cold water and apple cider vinegar to make bone broth.
The soup itself is finally ready and we eat. My oldest is a picky eater but he inhales it and asks for more. My youngest is not a picky eater and can’t eat it fast enough!
I let the bone broth do it’s thing for several hours, then strain and put it in a mason jar. I drink some of it from a mug and it might just be my imagination and wishful thinking, but I know I seem to feel a little better. Later I warm up the leftover soup–it’s a little dry so I add the bone broth and it is perfect.
Maybe moms do know what they’re talking about after all…