
I know this is a mighty lofty thing to say about a humble soup I came up with while sick, but sniffles or not, this is the best chicken soup recipe… ever! There, I said it, because if ever there was something to stake my reputation on, this here chicken soup would be it, and that’s not the NyQuil talking.
Beyond its curative abilities, chicken soup isn’t something I normally crave. If I’m lucky to have the time to make it from scratch, the meat often ends up dry and stringy by the time the broth is ready, and while I could find a butcher that will sell me chicken bones separately, I don’t really have the will or the energy to look for chicken carcasses when I feel the plague setting in. I know there’s always the canned variety, but eating that musty, watered-down chicken liquid is a bit like fighting Ebola with Echinacea. continue →
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