[Sun]

Originally Posted by Bit

I had to turn the crockpot off. EVERY time I walked into or through the kitchen, I would be greeted with an intense fragrance and my stomach would clench in instant overwhelming hunger pangs--even when I walked in after a full meal to wash the dishes, instant overwhelming hunger pangs!

I drooled. It made me drool. I turned it off.

It cooled. I strained out all the chicken bones, fat, gristle, skin, meat, onions, etc. I put the strained broth on the stove with carrots, potatoes, onion, and chicken. Then I was faced with a bowl full of uncrumbly Chicken Etc.

So I put it back in the crockpot with new water and turned it back on.

What? It wasn't done yet.

*join us tomorrow when Our Heroine undergoes therapy after ODing on chicken soup*

OMG this made me laugh!

Cath I hope that you are writing a book because you have such a charming way with words. Perhaps you and Ursy can collaborate on something..a screenplay maybe?

The world needs more laughter, I truly believe that this is the answer to everything.

As someone who LOVES a good stock and has been known to consume a good chicken soup for a week straight, (it was that good) I can empathize!