Don't get me wrong--I love soup. I write poems about soup. I sing praise-songs to soup.
And I seemingly can't not make soup.
I had a packet of chicken quarters taking up too much room in the freezer, so I thawed them today for supper tonight. They went into a baking pan with orange juice and some spices and baked in a slow oven until they were crispy.
The smell is wonderful. And the chicken is very tender and flavorful. I de-boned some of it and then I couldn't throw the bones away.
I couldn't--I swear!
They went into a pot, along with the juices--the pot likker--from the baking pan. All that simmered for a while and now it is cooling before I refrigerate it. Because tomorrow, it will be soup. A lovely soup for the midday meal.
I can't help it. I don't believe in sin but if I did--wasting food would be at the top of the list.
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