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Icky is the word

I have a killer cold. Snotty, congested, coughing and just all around icky. I not only feel icky, I look icky. This weekend started with me being sent home from work because (even though it wasn’t directly spoken) I was grossing people out. I spent the rest of the time in a Nyquil-induced haze.

I did take the time to make a heaping pot of wholesome, chock-full-of-goodness chicken stock – complete with chicken feet. I know, I know, chicken feet! Talk about icky, but I’ve been told by several truly awesome cooks that chicken feet are the key to the most awesome chicken stock you will ever have. And after this weekend’s batch I am in complete agreement. The stock turned out so amazing that I am convinced a week of quick and easy chicken soup will have me back to the picture of health in no time.

Here is an older recipe for chicken stock. If you can find chicken feet (which I highly recommend) throw in about a pound to pound and a half. They add a dense richness to the flavor.

Quick and Easy Chicken Soup (serves 1)


1/4 c. chopped onion

1 large celery stalk, chopped

2 medium carrots, chopped

2 c. chicken stock

1 T. parsley pesto

Cooked noodles or rice (optional)

  1. In a medium sauce pan, heat 1T. olive oil.
  2. Add onion, celery and carrots. Saute over medium heat until fork-tender (about 5 minutes).
  3. Pour in chicken stock and bring to boil. Cook for additional 3 minutes.
  4. Remove from heat. Stir in parsley pesto and noodles if desired.

This recipe is my go-to for a quick but hearty soup. In less than twenty minutes I have the most delicious and fortifying soup chock full of veggies. Perfect when I’m feeling tired, cranky or just plain icky.


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The nose knows…

It started on Saturday morning. I was rushing out of the house on a snowy day to Saratoga for the Northeast Organic Farming Association’s (NOFA) Winter Conference. Bundled up like a six year old on a sledding expedition, I piled into my car. In that two second window between getting in and starting the car there was a sniff or maybe it was a whiff of something funny. Or weird. Or wrong. Whatever it was, as soon as the heater started to hum my mind (and my nose) moved on.

Sunday morning the same thing – except – my mind had enough time to start considering what it might be. A half-formed question popped into my head…What is that — ? before the grocery list I’d been ruminating on took precedence.

Monday morning came and with it recognition mixed with a whole lot of denial. There couldn’t be something dead in my car…could there?

And this morning bargaining crept in. Yes, there is definitely the smell of decay. Maybe, just maybe, I drove over something that stuck to the bottom of my car. Like the roadkill version of gum. So I went for a car wash hoping that this would do the trick but accepting it probably wouldn’t. No, I’ll be stuck with the ever-increasing whiff until, one day, it will disappear as suddenly as it arrived.

I live in the country, this has happened before and (unfortunately) will happen again. That’s how the nose knew even if the mind didn’t.

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