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As I mentioned before, I prefer to make complex, multi-ingredient recipes that take hours to prepare. However, sometimes one feels like creating a simple, easy-to-make old favorite. In our family, chicken soup with rice is one of such staples.
The most difficult part of making this soup is preparing chicken stock. The stock is central to this dish’s success and can under no circumstances be substituted with the store-bought kind. To make really good chicken stock (that you can use for all kinds of soups, not just this one), take some chicken meat on the bone. I only had drumsticks in the house, so I took four of them, removed the skin(nobody in hour house likes the skin) and put them into a large pan filled with water.
I also added a medium-sized onion, two small bay leaves, and several peppercorns. After this is done, put the pan on high heat. It is very important that your stock never starts to boil. This is why you need to hang around as it heat up. Grey foam will start appearing on top of the stock, and you will have to keep removing it with a slotted spoon. Granted, that’s a drag, but the more foam you remove, the clearer your stock will end up looking. After the stock comes almost to the boiling point, lower the heat, add some salt, dice a carrot and add it to the stock. Now, your stock will need to remain on low heat for about 90 minutes.
This is what your stock will look like after it’s done:
Don’t forget to remove the bay leaf and the onion after the stock is ready.
While the stock is cooking, boil some eggs and make some white rice the way you regularly make it. Make sure the rice isn’t mushy. Put a tablespoonful of rice, half a boiled egg, some chopped fresh cilantro into a bowl. Add the stock. Throw in a couple of croutons. And you are ready to eat.
Notice how clear the stock looks. You can barely even see it. This means it was made correctly and enough foam was removed in the process.
This soup can easily be eaten as a main course.
A study has discovered what the majority of Amazon‘s top reviewers is like:
Seventy percent of the top reviewers are male, their median age is 51-60, and more than half hold a graduate degree. About 14 percent of those reviewers are professional writers.
As one of Amazon’s top reviewers, I’m glad to report that I’m quite exceptional in this area, too. I do have many graduate degrees but I’m neither male nor 51-60.
People who have a loud party on the verandah until 3 am on a weeknight are bad neighbors. People who start drilling or sanding at 7:40 am are also bad neighbors.
But what do you call people who do both within the space of one night?
And I hear Blogger is experiencing “issues” again. I guess they haven’t been able to repair what had gone wrong in mid-May. Does everybody realize I was right to switch over to WordPress when I did?
This is the perfect moment for my favorite phrase: I told you so!
Can anybody explain to me what the point of sticking Justin Bieber’s name on a bottle of perfume is? (Only follow the link if you are prepared to see the ugliest bottle of perfume in existence.) Or Britney Spears’s, or Jennifer Lopez’s, or Elizabeth Taylor’s, for that matter. It’s obvious that none of these people have anything whatsoever to do with making perfume and just accepted money to allow their name to be put on the bottle. So what’s the point of doing that at all? And why does the product say “by Justin Bieber”? Is anybody really stupid enough to believe Bieber had anything to do with the creation of the scent?
Nominatissima shared a link to the following brilliant bingo cards listing the stuff we, the autistics, keep hearing from parents obsessed with finding a “cure” for their children’s way of being. For those who don’t understand why these cards are funny, you need to know that this is the stuff one begins to hear all the time the moment one identifies as autistic. I heard many of them addressed to me verbatim.
And another one:
Tomorrow, I will treat you to a card for self-hating autistics.
I found the following bizarre story on Izgad’s blog:
The American Friends of Tel Aviv offer scholarships for medical research and what do they think to offer as an example but the elimination of autism. It is not like we are lacking in real illnesses in need of a cure like cancer or anything. I never thought I would have anything in common with Palestinians, but I guess we are both potential targets of the Zionist enterprise.
Unlike Izgad who offers a very funny post on the subject, I lack a sense of humor. This just makes me very annoyed.