Tuesday I finally succumbed to the pollen – I couldn’t lay down in bed, or my sinuses would close up like Tupperware. My dog Badges was also having some sort of breathing problem – same as a couple of weeks ago, he was coughing and gagging, as if he had something stuck in his throat.
So, having laid awake since 1 am, I finally gave up the bed about 2:30, pulled up my little ottoman and settled into my cushy Walmart office chair to see what was on the late show. Oh, my God, all kinds of crap.
I like NBTV, out of Santa Rosa. It’s a small privately owned station that has lots of different shows. The other afternoon I watched a half hour documentary about a century run called “The Barkley”. Very interesting – the kind of stuff you used to see on PBS before they went all cooking and home improvement.
They produce their own shows too. At about 4 am the owner hosts his own show – “Creature Feature”. Tuesday night he was playing one of my all time faves – The Head That Wouldn’t Die! So I turned on the coffee pot and decided it was too late to try to sleep.
Last time this happened he was playing “Little Shop of Horrors,” the original from 1960. I had never seen that, always felt left out – wow, it was great! What Schlock!
But yeah, the party was over when the sun came up and I realized I’d pulled an all-nighter. My eyes were so dried out I couldn’t decide which was worse, closing them or holding them open. My neck and head hurt from sitting in a chair all night.
I had wanted to go to a “Local Government Committee” meeting at 3:30 that afternoon. I realized that was out. I knew I would not be able to take a nap, and by 3:30 I’d be a piece of walking toast. The North wind was already picking up outside, and at 3 am the weatherman had told me – there would be a pollen “advisory”.
Nothing beats the pollen like a bowl of chicken miso soup.
My husband had just bbq’d an enormous boneless chicken breast. We get those in a 40 pound box at Cash and Carry. They are frozen in a big wad – I usually leave them in the sink overnight, they soften up, and I can separate them, wrap each one in plastic wrap and put them in Ziplock bags for the freezer. They are full breasts and probably twice as big as the chicken breasts they have at Safeway. I fillet them for the grill and we get at least two dinners and sandwiches for a couple of days.
I usually make soup with a raw chicken thigh, but it’s certainly easier to use the cooked chicken. I saute the onion and celery tops as usual, then add the chicken, cut into bite size pieces. I try to keep chicken broth on hand, it’s good for cooking rice and other dishes. I added about two cups and then another two cups water, with a teaspoon of salt for each cup of water.
Once this is simmering along, I ladle out a little of of the broth into a cup and mix it with a couple of tablespoons of miso paste, then put it back.
I’ve just started using miso paste again since my son gave me a little container. It used to be hard to find and expensive, the packaging was such that I could never use the whole thing before it went bad. Nowadays there are lots of different brands, and good old Westbrae has it in these neat little plastic containers. There is a plastic film inside to keep the remainder fresh. I’ve been using it for a couple of weeks now, and it’s hanging in there fine.
To that I add chopped carrots and more celery. When the whole thing is really cooking I add noodles. This time I had the rest of a pack of dry udon noodles – we use these for stirfry alot.
The dry noodles have to be boiled for about 8 minutes to attain that fat, slippery udon texture. The fresh ones just need to be heated – you can dump them in and turn off the pot, leave it setting on the stove. The great thing about udon noodles is they just keep getting fatter and yummier.
I call this “instant soup” – it took less than half an hour to put together. We ate it for three days – the first night we had soup and salad for dinner. After that we ate it gladly for lunch and anytime we needed a pick-me up. It really made us feel good to come in from the pollen storm to a pot of soup.