Yesterdays dinner, as mentioned a few posts down, was designed for leftovers. Today, those leftovers become chicken soup.
Wait.... 'just' chicken soup is selling this pot short. Delectable, delicious, heart warming, soul feeding.... Chicken Soup. That's more like it.
Picking carcasses has never been a fav, but we do what we must. Meat in this bowl, fat and skin in that pile, and meaty bones in that pot. The meat goes in the fridge and the bones get covered with water and head to the stove.
The skin and fat? Trash, what the cats don't want anyway. Despite my new found Jewish genetics I've never been one for schmaltz.
In with the lightly picked bones goes some peppercorns, a bay leaf, and a dried poblano. Also some dried tarragon. Set to simmer for an hour or two.
When time comes, the cutting board gets treated to last nights onions, a leftover cob of corn, all the picked chicken meat (about 1.5 lbs), a few stalks of celery (leafy bits to the stock pot), and a few carrots.
In a small pan, I sauteed down a handful of mushrooms in butter, and dumped them in with the other fixings.
When well cooked, the chicken stock gets strained right into the pot holding all the goodies, and that gets set on the stove to simmer.
When it gets near done, I'll check for seasoning and then add parsley, thyme, and a pinch of sage. Finally.... at Herself's request, the final 15 minutes will see some dumplings simmered in the soup.
This is by no means a recipe, as other things may have been added and other things may have been done. Consider it a prompting of the culinary muse.
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