Attempt

When Matt got home from his last little trip he told me about a sniffling, coughing, dripping neighbor he had on the airplane. Once exiting the plane he immediately washed his hands, but I think the germs got him anyway. He isn't feeling well and text messaged me today saying some soup and a night on the couch with me is just what he needs. I asked him what kind of soup, he told me not to bother that he would be fine, I perisisted saying I didn't mind at all....yada yada yada, I'm going to attempt to make chicken noodle soup tonight. When he gave in and "requested" chicken noodle soup I'm sure he was trying to pick something easy for me, thinking we had a can in the pantry, but I want to do something special for him. I've never made chicken noodle soup so I found a recipe and I'm going to give it a go. I'll post later with the results.



Later: The soup went over well. We both think it was a little too "noodlie" (too many noodles) and we felt like we were roasting halfway through the bowl, but it fed us and was good for my sickly husband. I made WAY too much so I froze quite a bit of it. I don't think we'll be eating it again until it cools off a little outside. Soup and 90 degree heat don't go very well together.