Chicken stewing in a pot, soon you'll look like what you're not.
That is the thought that went through my mind this morning as the aroma of chicken broth wafted into my bedroom. Ah, what a nice way to wake up. Two chickens, two whole onions (skins and all), and half a dozen wilted celery stalks had been simmering away since midnight. By this evening, this wonderful slurry will be strained, cooled, and stored in the freezer until soup creation time. The meat will be picked off the bones, divided into packages, and frozen for upcoming meals. Some will be kept aside for tasty additions to low-cal salads this weekend.
Chicken bones and onion skins,
My hair held back by bobby pins,
Dirty pot and greasy sieve,
Money for a maid, I'd give.
Creating something new from something old is what God is doing in this old hen. Sadly, sometimes a stew pot is part of the process.
Preparing, cleaning, and praising in my kitchen,
Jan
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