Friday, September 16, 2011

Chicken and Pickle Soup

   It seems when one gets sick we all do. AJ had it first, which is strange in and of itself because he is the healthiest of the bunch. He was laid out all of Labor Day weekend. It's just a head cold, but it's an angry one. AJ and Josiah share a room so of course Jo got it next. The sad part is that Jo's immune system is very low because of his CP, so when he gets sick it's like he has the flu every time. After 2 weeks of the bug floating around my house the small ones and i finally succumbed to it's malicious charms. Ugg!

   How do i handle 3 sick children when i am sick myself? I have no idea. I do know that what i feed them is my small way of coping, of controlling my chaotic circumstances. Not only do i get the benefit of enjoying the fruits of my labors, ie. the food, but i also get the satisfaction of being connected to the cure, in a strange sort of way. True or not, it's my reality and it works for me :)

  Chicken and Pickle Soup is something my 4 1/2 yr old, Moose, likes to joke about.  When i ask him what he wants for lunch, if he wants to be funny, he says "Chicken and pickle soup!". He told me last year it was what he wanted for his birthday dinner. It's funny to me because this idea didn't come from a TV show or anything he heard here, he just made it up. I love it. His creativity is a constant source of interest and humor.

  The menu for the Adams family sickbed is as follows; Lots of water and OJ (of course. How could years of motherly advice be wrong?) Hot water with lemon and honey (this is especially good for sore throats!) and of course, Chicken and pickle soup, which consists of roasted, dark meat chicken, rice and whatever veggies i can add. Tonight it was Garlic, celery, carrots, butternut squash and corn. It was delicious! We had some easy sweet and savory biscuits to go with it (I coat the bottom of a baking dish with a generous slathering of butter, sprinkle over it salt and onion powder then drizzle honey all around before adding 2 packages of basic Pillsbury style biscuits. the result is nothing short of miraculous:) Nothing makes one feel more right with the world during a boxing match with a nasty head cold than some warm, buttery biscuits a steaming, hot, mug of chicken and pickle soup :)

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