I mentioned last week that I was preparing to make some chicken stock. I did, and it was ready last night. So, I made one of my favorites, spicy chicken noodle soup. I just take some stock, add some chopped up jalapenos, chicken meat, mushrooms, and noodles. You can add anything, really, but this is one of my favorite simple soups. Some may think that the stock is just too strong to use as a broth, but I really love it. It has a silky mouthfeel--it's almost creamy.
Anyway, toward the end of the meal, I hear a scratching noise. I look down, and Sebastian is trying to, ah, bury a noodle that I had apparently dropped. For those who've never had cats before, think litterbox.
I guess my feline masters don't enjoy it as much as I do.
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