After I used those cleaning products I rediscovered under the sink, I enjoyed a clean kitchen for one meal. Of course, it only beckoned to be used again.
Yesterday I baked and made homemade chicken noodle soup, only spilling a little on my newly mopped floor. As I was simmering my broth and deboning the chicken, I wondered if my grandmother ever purposely left a bone in the soup – just to remind people of the work she was doing? This thought came upon the heels of baking cookies and me wondering if I left an eggshell in the dough.
You will always know my cookies and pies are homemade, because they aren’t that pretty. I’m a little hasty in crosshatching a pie – as noted by my daughter’s perfectly geometrically balanced lattice pies. My cookies are blobs, not exquisitely rolled and exactly measured. My soup – haphazardly diced ingredients.
My culinary presentations say enough about the work I did. She tried!
No need to purposely leave a chicken bone in the soup.