I was raised on meals that came pre-made. Swanson’s Chicken Pot Pie, Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, Spaghetti-Os, Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup and Campbell’s Tomato Soup; however, my favorite was the Salisbury Steak.
I would get home from school. Heat up the oven, toss in a frozen meal, prepare my TV tray, and then plop down on the couch.
By the time an episode of Scooby-Doo and an episode of Super Friends had run, my meal would be ready and I could eat while watching Little House on the Prairie and Gilligan’s Island.
I wasn’t really expected to know how to cook. My parent’s both worked and I had to be able to feed myself. It was how things worked for a lot of kids in the late 70’s and 80’s.
To be clear, there were home cooked family meals but I was not a participant in the preparing.
I didn’t begin cooking until I had a family of my own and I am an amateur for certain. I do very much enjoy it though.
Last night, I made chicken soup. I had a kid that was under the weather and I had a yen for it.
It was a simple recipe.
4 cups of pre-cooked rotisserie chicken
48 ounces of chicken Broth
3 celery sticks diced
2 large carrots diced
1 onion diced
1 jalapeño diced (Wasn’t in the recipe but I put jalapeño in everything.)
1/2 teaspoon of Oregano
Dash of Pepper
Dash of Garlic salt
Once all that stuff is in the crock pot top off with veggie broth.
Cook in the crock pot on high for 3 1/2 hours or until veggies are tender.
Toss in some no-yolk egg noodles and cook for 15 more minutes.
Not really cooking but cooking enough.
It was good.
My real bench mark for how good something I cook is not yummy sounds from the family but how much is left at the end of the night.
Last night there was less than half a bowl of chicken soup left.
Thank you for reading.