Wherein Bry makes delicious soup

I made homemade chicken noodle soup today, complete with homemade noodles. I ate it for lunch and dinner with leftovers for lunch and dinner tomorrow. That's how much I love it.

Also, thanks to Andi, for the tip on using a rotisserie chicken from the deli to make the broth. So much faster and cleaner than getting raw chicken. I cut the meat off and saved it in the fridge and then boiled the skins, fat, and bones with carrots, garlic, onions and celery for 2.5 hours. My most successful broth making experience to date.

I talked to RF on the phone today and really hope he is able to visit Portland in November. I really miss him. I was thinking yesterday about last fall when RF talked me into going to Jantzen Beach with him, EY an DB to go to a really scary haunted house.

Me! At a haunted house! I hate being scared. I hate scary movies. I am afraid of the dark.

We got up to J-Beach and the parking lot was a nightmare. The line to get in stretched around the mall and down the street. We ended up getting some coffee and going back to Portland. I was so relieved. Everyone else was disappointed. RF really wanted the opportunity to scream like a little girl in public.

Then I talked to TN (here is that blog we talked about, the one in response to our topic of conversation). With out going into any detail, I will say that he told me exactly what I have been telling myself for a year and put it in such a forceful manner that I realized it is probably important if other people are thinking the same things.

And then after that I talked to BF. That conversation was lame and not worth mentioning except that it really wrapped up the day and finalized my performance in the gauntlet of emotions I am capable of admitting I feel.

So now, here I am, in the middle of the night, blogging about the nothing I did all day that in the end, is something.