If you were at our wedding, you might remember our ketubah (marriage contract):
Okay, fine, it says my name in Hebrew. But it might as well say that somewhere, in some kind of guide to being a Jewish wife.
I just got a cookbook from the fabulous Mother's, a restaurant in Portland where we ate the best matzah ball soup and challah french toast for lunch. Their recipe for chicken soup seemed like a legit place to start.
Did you know you have to hold a raw chicken to make chicken soup? A whole chicken? GROSS. The only experience I have ever had with one of those suckers was to know that you should grab as many as you can when you are a contestant on Supermarket Sweep.
Anyway, despite my disgust for meat in the same shape it was when it breathed, I forged on. And it was not pretty - the chicken, or my face.
Worth it? Yes. Mother's chef Lisa Schroder's chicken soup recipe here.