January weather is finally here – It’s cold, it’s snowy, and it’s the perfect time to make a batch of homemade chicken noodle soup. And the best chicken noodle soup starts with homemade chicken stock.
I’ve been using this recipe for years – and it always turns out great. Full of flavor, with a beautiful golden color. This recipe makes enough homemade chicken stock for two big batches of homemade chicken noodle soup – and since it freezes wonderfully, you can have soup today any day of the week.
Years ago, long before my husband and I were parents, we liked taking vacations in New York. We’d go shopping, watch plays on Broadway, visit museums, eat pizza for lunch and have dinner at fabulous restaurants. We enjoyed the salmon at Aquagrill, pasta at Puglia and fried potatoes at Peter Luger Steakhouse in Brooklyn.
Yes, you read that right. Peter Lugers, the steakhouse known for being one of the best steakhouses in the world (rated the #1 New York steakhouse by Zagats for the past 30 years) served us the absolute BEST fried potatoes I had ever tasted. They were crispy, full of onion flavor with just a hint of spice, and had the perfect amount of salt. And I couldn’t get enough of them. Even now, years later, my mouth still waters when I think of those potatoes. They were that incredible.
When it comes to food, my husband will eat anything. If it’s on his plate, he’ll try it without hesitation. Even when dinner doesn’t go as planned, I know he’ll eat it without complaint. And he’s happy as can be eating a plate full of leftovers for dinner once a week. (Spaghetti, taco cups and potato salad? No problem!)
And then there’s me… the picky eater.
Today is The Goose’s last full day of Kindergarten. I spent a lot of time last night trying to decide whether I should take some time to sit and relax, or if I should get busy cleaning the house, as I doubt I’ll have much time for that after today. I decided to do a little bit of both… we’ll see how that goes.
Because I’ve essentially been childless during the day since September, having The Goose home all day, every day is going to take some getting used to. And re-learning how to get things done while keeping him entertained is going to be my biggest challenge. We don’t rely on the television or the computer to keep him occupied, and we strive to limit his media time (including iPad, television, computer and video game usage) to 45 minutes per day during the school year (25 minutes after homework is finished and another 20 minutes before bed). Even though he’ll likely have a bit more media time over the summer, I will still need to find fun and interesting activities to keep him busy during the day.
The Goose is not the most graceful child. He is constantly falling down, tripping over cracks in the sidewalk, and falling off various pieces of furniture. The knees are worn out of all his pants (luckily, I have perfected the pants monster knee patch), and he is has more bruises, bumps and scrapes than I can count on two hands.
There you have it. My kid is a major klutz.
I am fortunate to be married to one of the smartest, most generous, and funniest men I’ve ever known. I’m also fortunate that our five-year-old son takes after him. My husband is also incredibly patient, not easily angered and he has a tendency to like everybody he meets… This is where The Goose takes after me.
My Kid Inherited My Worst Trait
I love my son. He can be so sweet, so loving, and so considerate. But every once in a while I see a side of him that I recognize all too well. The side that, no matter how much he tries to stop it, can’t be contained. And, because I am the same way, I can see it coming from miles away.
Since becoming a mom nearly six years ago, I’ve had big dreams for Mother’s Day. I always plan on not doing a thing all day. No cooking. No cleaning. No conflict resolution. No negotiations. Nothing! But these plans never pan out. Because, although the idea of doing absolutely nothing for the whole day seems appealing, I quickly remember that doing nothing today means I’ll be doing double work the next day. And that is not my idea of fun…
So we had a pretty normal Sunday. We went to church in the morning, and then to a few stores to look at patio furniture. Then my husband and The Goose went to the library while I stayed home and tried to relax. (This ended with me making a quick trip to the grocery store). When they got home The Goose and I called my mom to wish her a Happy Mother’s Day (I’d sent her gift in the mail last week). And then we had a nice dinner before settling in for our weekly tradition of watching America’s Funniest Home Videos. All in all, it was a good day.
Growing up, I was lucky to spend a lot of time with my great-grandmother. She babysat me nearly every day when my mom was working, and I learned a lot from her. My Great-Grandma made the best eggs and toast, she fed me Mrs. Grass soup for lunch everyday (she’d even let me drop the flavor ‘egg’ in), and she would read books with me for hours and hours (I still have many of these books – including my favorite book, Peppermint, that I used to read to The Goose when he was younger).
One thing my Great-Grandma did that always fascinated me was use a sewing machine. With her sewing machine, she made countless Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy dolls for her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She made almost all of my clothes, and she made clothes for all of my baby dolls. To me, her sewing machine was magic.
A few months ago my husband and I received a save the date from my cousin. He was getting married, in Cleveland, and having an adults only reception. I really wanted to go, but since Cleveland is about 2 and a half hours from Detroit, I wasn’t sure if we’d be able to.
You see, in the five years that we’ve been parents, my husband and I have never spent a night away from The Goose – at least not at the same time. Sure, I’ve taken him up north to visit my mom before and he’s gone on long weekends with his dad, but he’s never spent a night away from both of us at the same time.