Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Special Delivery

So I have had a cold since Tuesday, October 26th (that's 8 days for anyone counting...), and I am REALLY FREAKIN' TIRED OF IT!
I'm done!
Move on!
I have served my time in aches and chills and sneezes and sinus headaches, so germs:

GET LOST!

The real kicker is that a week before I fell ill, I made a large pot of homemade chicken soup for two friends that were sick, one downtown and one in Brooklyn, and delivered* them to the various parties without touching them or anything else, and then used hand sanitizer as soon as I left.
So me getting sick? Totally Not Fair.

The soup
Fortunately I had made so much soup that I had some leftover for myself to defrost when I fell ill.
The soup consisted of:
chicken stock, homemade
2 chicken breasts poached for 20 min in the stock, then removed and shredded
carrot/celery/onion trifecta, sautéed in a bit of olive oil
cubed butternut squash, roasted in the oven
pasta
salt
thyme
dill
and of course, love.

However, as I am still feeling less than stellar, I can't be bothered to tell you proportions or order of operations, or really anything useful, because I did the whole thing off the cuff anyway.

But I took a picture of my soup.
So I posted it.
It was tasty.
Tho clearly lacking magical restorative powers...

Now I must get healthy as my in-laws arrive tomorrow to watch their son (my hubs) run in the NYC Marathon on Sunday, and I need to not be coughing and sneezing on them.
So send good vibes, people.
Get 'er done.

*The Rock 'n Roll Gourmet does not actually have a delivery service, so don't get your hopes up... 

1 comment:

Jennifer said...

That looks like the most amazing thing ever. I'm going to attempt to scare off my cold by looking at the picture at random intervals all day. (That seems easier than mustering the energy to go home and make my own.)

Freezing some soup for emergencies seems like a grand idea, though. All of our frozen foods got eaten to make moving easier, and I think it's time to restock.

I will send thoughts of matzo ball soup and bourbon (to kill the germs) your way. Feel better, doll!