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Slurp On This: Chicken Soup

In celebration of my slow but sure recovery from the gut-wrenching malady that struck my household this weekend, I give you my recipe for chicken soup.  I hear it is good for the soul as well.

You will need the following:

  • 1 whole roasted chicken
  • 3 qts. chicken broth (if you have a conscience, go free-range)
  • 2 large onions
  • vegetable medley, frozen or fresh, of your choice
  • thyme
  • Creole seasoning
  • black pepper
  • cayenne pepper
  • vegetable oil

You’re going to mix 2 qts of broth and 1 qt of water in a large pot and bring it to a boil.  While you are waiting for that to happen, separate the chicken meat from the skin and bones.  Throw all the skin and bones into the pot and let it simmer for 30 minutes.  As that is happening, chop your onions and prepare whatever other vegetables you selected.  After half an hour, remove all the skin and bones and other non-liquid chicken parts by straining the broth through a colander. 

Throw all the vegetables into a pot with some oil and sauté for 12 minutes (or until the veggies are soft).  Now combine everything – veggies, meat & broth – and bring to a simmer.  You may need to add a little more broth at this point depending on how thick or thin you like your soup.  Season with a generous amount of Creole seasoning, along with the thyme, black and cayenne pepper to taste.  Let it cook down as far as you want.  It’s done.  Enjoy. 

Campbell’s ain’t got nothin’ on me. 

Poisoning; Alabama @ Georgia

My wife and I have been dog-sick all day.  I am thinking it’s food poisoning, just because it came on so quickly and we both got sick at almost exactly the same time, but some people seem to think it sounds more like a stomach virus.  We did pork chops last night.  Probably a bad move.  This morning was an all-out barf fest.  We were both running fevers, but mine seems to have abated.  My wife is still pretty bad off.  Her sisters have been amazing, though.  We weren’t really prepared for a sick day, but they brought us Sprites, crackers and Tylenol.  Not sure what we would have done without their help. 

Of course, I missed out on the WordCamp – which I am pretty bummed about.  Also, that $25 registration fee?  There’s no getting that back.  Damn.  It will be a while before I buy pork from Publix again. 

It appears that I picked a good time to start feeling better, as I am able to enjoy the shellacking we’re laying on Georgia without having to get up and puke every half-hour.  And what a game it is – halftime score is 31-0.  I’m so stunned I can’t really process that yet.  Now there’s another half of football to be played, so I’m going to tone down the gloating.  Final update in a couple of hours. 


41-30 final score.  Very cool, but there’s a lot to work on.  That third quarter was troubling.

G-Caster Goes To Camp

Tomorrow it’s off for a full two days of WordPress seminars at WordCamp Birmingham! This ought to be interesting. Here’s hoping you will see the fruits of that exercise in the continuing evolution of this modest, scattered web site. I am sure there is going to be some talk on how to "optimize your site" and other entrepreneurial themes, which I am not all that interested in. Maybe there will at least be some knowledge about designing and writing that I could glean and apply to this personal blog. If nothing else, I suppose, there ought to be some interesting people there. We’ll see.

(I bet you were expecting some exhaustive dissection of tonight’s presidential debate. Sorry to disappoint. I’ll let the YouTube footage, the pundits, and the full-time political bloggers handle that commentary. I just hope people are paying attention.)

The Cornered Ball

I have been rolled into this dim corner, and
from this vantage point, can survey
my haphazardly scattered, neglected friends –
relics from yesteryears strewn, broken and forgotten.


Sometimes the sunlight filters through
the dusty window glass,
illuminating the corpses of castaways
in this little-lost-toy room
like a littered battlefield.


I turn away from my only companion –
a pale baby’s fist long-severed
from its lifeless, plastic body.
It mocks me – its filthy digits
only cruel imitations of the little girl’s
soft, warm hands that held me,
bounced me, shared me in ancient summer afternoons.


You wouldn’t think it to look at me now –
a sad, limp, calloused and deflated
pink blob clad in thin cobwebs –
but I used to shine a brilliant scarlet –
proud, vigorous, loved.  But, see,


childhood innocence is fleeting.
Little girls grow up and venture out
into the reality of the wild, vicious world.
We are bartered away,
casualties of adolescence.


Now, year on year,
I can only gloomily ponder
these pathetic, plastic fingers at my side –
imperfect reminders of how things were
and will never be again.

 January 2005

On Smiling

© Siegfried Woldhek 2007© Siegfried Woldhek 2007You know, I was on the fence as to whether today’s post would be angry or happy.  In the end, happy has won out.  Sure, I can get a lot more material out of dark, moody or controversial subjects, but sometimes the day ends up being too bright to immerse myself in the muck.  

Today I was reminded of a phenomenon that is actually very simple – a smile can brighten an entire day.  Trite, is it not?  Don’t think I  don’t know it.  But it is true.  I remember having really bad days completely transformed into wonderful days just because a person I passed on the sidewalk smiled a kind “he© Siegfried Woldhek 2007llo” smile rather t© Siegfried Woldhek 2007han just keeping their  eyes cast down at their feet.  It is almost like that fleeting, shallow connection is enough to restore the idea of the basic goodness of our fellow human beings. 

We have a duty, I think, to be kind to others – and I am often guilty of failing to practice that very basic rule.  It is a small thing to smile, but it can set off a chain reaction of silent, mutual empathy among the people who move in and out of our little  lives every day.  So, in aid of nothing less noble than human kindness, here is a how-to guide to smiling.

It is not like I was having a bad day today, but a tiny, genuine, sideways smile just lit it all the way up.  Thank you for that.  Now go out there and make other people’s lives a little brighter. 

Good night!

drawings above from the Anatomy of the Smile collection by Siegfried Woldhek