More Proof That I Have Turned Into An Old Man
Here it is Friday Night and here I am enjoying it in a way that makes me blush: I have spent the entire evening cooking.
Yes, I admit it, I wanted nothing more all day than to do what I am doing. See, it was a cold and wet and dark and gloomy day here in Texas. It wasn't super cold, but it was the kind of chill that seeps right down into your bones. I knew at about 11AM this morning what I longed to do tonight.
So, right after work, I flew to the grocery store and bought my supplies. It was cheap, the fixins.
And it was worth it.
After 4 hours of chopping and slaving away over a huge pot, I am happy to report that I can make some killer fucking chicken soup. And I made enough to live off of for the better part of a week.
I am happy to be home and taking care of myself. It's been a rough couple of weeks, and I needed to find a simple way to pamper myself. This was it. Homemade chicken soup.
It's the little things, babies!