I’m having a better day than the chicken?

Today is not a great day.

Between dealing with my own flu, my daughter’s visit to emergency for a medical issue and dealing with insurance claims people, I’m thinking it can only go up from here.

Then I look down at the chicken carcass I just boiled and which I’m now tearing to pieces, separating the meat from the bone for my ‘famous’ homemade chicken soup. At least my day isn’t as ‘down’ as that chicken’s.

And, unfortunately for him, my day will improve greatly when I can sit with my husband and kids and enjoy eating him in the fresh hot chicken vegetable and pasta soup for dinner.

There is something so elemental and basically satisfying about getting one’s hands dirty, and digging in up to the elbows preparing, cutting, tearing and stewing everything. At the best of times, I’m not a great cook and don’t particularly enjoy cooking.

But.. there are certain days that just call for sticky, greasy hands preparing homemade chicken soup.