Soup

Today I made chicken soup. I had a hard time cutting up the celery, because it reminded me of my MIL. She liked celery sticks, but they had to be cut very thin for her to enjoy them. And then as I was chopping, I thought of the last time I made chicken soup, I took some with me when I stayed with her. It was one of the last meals she ate. The last few weeks she didn't eat much at all. But the soup, she ate. It's been a long summer, and even though it's still freaking hot, I know my kids like the soup, and I had the ingredients and I am trying to stretch out our grocery money. I didn't realize how emotional it would make me.

All afternoon my house smelled amazing. But all of a sudden I smelled something new? When I went to check on the soup, all the broth had evaporated, and I have this stuck on blackness on the bottom of my pot.

I only had the chicken carcass and celery and onion in the pot, I opened up 3 cans of broth and dumped in the veggies I had chopped up and some rice. Hope it turns out...

It was very flavorless :( and the broth got completely soaked up with the rice. I think this soup was never meant to be.