Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Regional And Medicinal Cooking

I think I might be making the strangest soup I've ever made.
And that's saying something.
I started out by cooking the carcass of a rotisserie chicken we had last week along with one frozen chicken breast. To the broth I used, I added half a huge Vidallia onion with a softball-sized head of elephant garlic which I had peeled and run through the food processor until it was a lovely white, creamy mess of anti-oxidant or whatever-the-hell-onions-and-garlic-have-in-them slush of beauty.
Also, some sun-dried tomatoes that have been in the refrigerator forever.
After the chicken cooked and the onion/garlic slush had turned translucent, I added a bunch of celery and carrots and a can of diced tomatoes and then...
leftover coleslaw.
What you say?
Yes. Coleslaw. Which is basically cabbage and mayonnaise and mayonnaise is basically fat so there you go.
Wine, salt, pepper, red pepper flakes, Bragg's seasoning.
Since it was now a big ol' mishegoss, I added chopped spinach, some arugula that was about to go yellow, a handful of the last green beans on the vines and some green peas which were languishing in the freezer.
On a roll now.
I decided that I would be adding last night's shrimp and tomato pasta so I went ahead and have added more noodles, broken up into smaller pieces and a little seashell pasta.
This is going to either be the best fucking soup ever or a dismal failure.
I do not care. We're going to eat it and in making the soup, I have taken most of the leftovers in the refrigerator and condensed them all together in one big pot and it has been simmering for hours. And it WILL have healing properties.
Because I say so.
And hey- give me credit- I did not add the leftover baked beans.

This is the virus that keeps on giving. August is now running a fever again and Jessie and Lily and my husband all have sore throats. Mr. Moon reports that every muscle in his body aches.

Yes. I know how that feels.

Jesus. He's NEVER sick.

He's supposed to leave for Canada in six days to hunt for two weeks. And trust me- he will.

Well, what are you going to do? Take Ibuprofen, eat soup, rest, be grateful we have air-conditioning.

And that's the way it is tonight right here in Lloyd, Florida.

Love...Ms. Moon



  1. Since I am the laziest cook ever, I enjoy buying a bag of shredded coleslaw mix (cabbage and carrots) and throwing it in the wok with a few other vegetables and calling it stir fry. The soup sounds like it will have magical healing properties. Hope alla y'all feel better soon.

  2. I would eat that soup...and LOVE it. I have one friend...well, actually I have several friends but I digress, I have one particular friend who will eat whateverthehellisinthisoup and then write me love notes as to the elevated levels of bliss that dang soup brought her to. She's a keeper that one...and so are you. X

  3. Where in Canada is he going? (asks a Canadian) -Jenn

  4. I just got my Internet back. I hope you all feel better soon. Yo went thru an ordeal and it takes its toll. I wish I could send money. I send love.

  5. Feel better Moon family. May this achy fever move on from your house sooner than soon. That soup. Wow. How did it taste?

  6. I hope everyone feels better soon! I was with you on the soup until you got to the shrimp. That was the ingredient that broke the camel's back, so to speak.

  7. Would you blend it? Both ways, it could provide stuff for some interesting conversations. One of my Irish elderlies used to put eggshells into every soup for further sustenance and much needed calcium, she claimed. It made eating a tad tricky.

  8. The soup is the way soup is supposed to be made. Use what you have.
    Have your soup then a nap. Birdie' s orders on how to feel better quickly.

  9. Kudos for using 'mishegoss' in context!

  10. You got me with the coleslaw. How could it not be good? I was wondering if one could make a broth from a rotisserie chicken and now I know. I hope you're all on the mend. love, yolie


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