I can never remember my grandmother opening a can of anything. She cooked fresh every day, in the summer from her garden and in the winter what she canned and preserved. The butcher and fish market were within walking distance and the milkman delivered the glass bottles to the outside metal box that my sister and I used to play at for HOURS on end – she’d open one side and shout and I’d open the other side and…..well, we had fun. But I digress.
Over Christmas I bought several quarts of homemade chicken stock at a local kosher market, used two and froze three. This morning, seeing snow in the forecast, I decided it would be a good plan to make chicken rice and veggie soup.
I seared the chicken first, added the onions, garlic, and carrots, then the mostly still frozen stock. I let it simmer for a couple of hours, added a box of mixed frozen veggies, the rice, some water to cut the stock, and topped with parsley.
Soup in my mind is the perfect meal. Filling. Healthy, that is unless you eat a half a loaf of Italian bread (with butter) as a side! Tonight, it’s just soup. If I can steal a line from Campbells, it’s mmmmm good.