My hubby and I have both been sick for what seems like an eternity. Just kidding, it hasn’t been that long, maybe a few weeks. Anyway, it has been longer than either of us anticipated. First him, then me. Interestingly, we have different illnesses. Today, Hubby asked for soup. Lucky for him, I was thinking exactly the same thing! So today, instead of making Home Chef dinner number 2, I’m making Asian chicken soup, yet again. I don’t have green onions, so the simple chicken drumsticks, ginger, water, and rice wine will have to do.
I’m starting to really like chicken drumsticks. You know why? Because I don’t have to touch them at all. No butterflying, no hacking, no stuffing, nothing. They either get thrown into the pot for soup, or picked up once to put into a pan to brown. And that, my friends, for a germaphobe like me, is wonderful. They have skin, bone, AND meat. I took them for granted because Mother suggested them to me, and you know if Mom suggests it, how great can it really be? Sorry Mom. Turns out Mother is a genius. I already knew that, but this just reaffirms it once again.