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omorkaSo, this morning, having decided a couple of days ago that I needed to make soup, I started prepping a soup pot. Since I was making this from scratch, this takes two to three hours; I also decided that I was going to give my new Italian bread pan a whirl, so I started a simple bread dough in the bread machine. (In the process, I almost dropped the deep-fryer and had to clean a large blob of oil off of the hardwood floor. At least it wasn't carpet.)
I put the turkey-breast carcass, a back and neck from the last time I used a whole cut-up chicken (I save them for broth), and two bay leaves in a six-quart pot, filled it with water, and started it heating. I felt fine, if still a bit shaken from the half-remembered dream.
Once it hit boiling, I added some celery ribs with the leaves, an onion cut in eighths, two whole garlic cloves, and some fresh-ground pepper. My throat was feeling a bit prickly, but I chalked that up to the pepper.
A bit later, I tossed in some chopped celery, carrots cut in coins, and some thyme. My nose was feeling rather moist.
After a while, I removed the carcass, the back, and the neck, to let them cool, added some rice, and shaped the bread dough into loaves to rise. My head was starting to ache a bit.
Forty minutes later, I started the loaves baking, chopped some organic Swiss Card, and added the greens to the soup pot. My throat was really starting to hurt.
Another forty minutes later, I was really feeling sick. Good thing I had some turkey soup with rice and homemade bread . . .
My temp is barely elevated for a normal person, but it's high enough for me that I'm mildly concerned. I shall probably go to bed soon. I am hoping this will not result in my missing the new place we're trying out for Bagels tomorrow . . .
Ah, well. If it does, I have chorizo, kale, and another loaf of the bread for tomorrow's soup.
I put the turkey-breast carcass, a back and neck from the last time I used a whole cut-up chicken (I save them for broth), and two bay leaves in a six-quart pot, filled it with water, and started it heating. I felt fine, if still a bit shaken from the half-remembered dream.
Once it hit boiling, I added some celery ribs with the leaves, an onion cut in eighths, two whole garlic cloves, and some fresh-ground pepper. My throat was feeling a bit prickly, but I chalked that up to the pepper.
A bit later, I tossed in some chopped celery, carrots cut in coins, and some thyme. My nose was feeling rather moist.
After a while, I removed the carcass, the back, and the neck, to let them cool, added some rice, and shaped the bread dough into loaves to rise. My head was starting to ache a bit.
Forty minutes later, I started the loaves baking, chopped some organic Swiss Card, and added the greens to the soup pot. My throat was really starting to hurt.
Another forty minutes later, I was really feeling sick. Good thing I had some turkey soup with rice and homemade bread . . .
My temp is barely elevated for a normal person, but it's high enough for me that I'm mildly concerned. I shall probably go to bed soon. I am hoping this will not result in my missing the new place we're trying out for Bagels tomorrow . . .
Ah, well. If it does, I have chorizo, kale, and another loaf of the bread for tomorrow's soup.
