CHICKEN SOUP & OBAMACARE: OLD LADIES NEED TO TRAIN NEW MOTHERS; HOSPITALS BEST FOR TRAUMA, NOT DISEASE; SICKEST PEOPLE ARE IN HOSPITALS--STOP GOING TO THE HOSPITAL FOR STUPID THINGS, THAT JUST TAKE TIME TO HEAL OR TO GET OVER--ULTIMATELY, U.S. CITIZENS WILL DETERMINE THE COST OF OBAMACARE! IT IS TO BE A SAFETY NET, NOT A FREE TRIP TO THE HOSPITAL EVERY TIME YOU GET A SNIFFLE!

There Really is Something Magical to Chicken Soup--There Has to be, It Took Me 3 Hours to Make!

Okay, the chicken is in the pot, skin and all, so I can get every drop of good stuff, skins are ugly, but whatever--our fore-mothers used to have to go out in the farm, catch a chicken, then cut its head off, pluck the feathers off, then put it in the soup pot; therefore, I will not bitch and moan about just unwrapping the bird and washing the blood off, that grosses me out a bit, but hey, being healthy just doesn't happen.  And I am here to tell you, if I had to run around the yard, trying to catch a fucking bird, being healthy, just wouldn't happen!  Lucky for me, but not for the next meal, that I can just go to the store and buy the former wild fowl.

While the naked, formerly fine feathered friend is cooking, I will cut up the veggies, clean out the fridge of all that good stuff, that sounded good the day you shopped, but never sounded good after you got in the vegetable drawer, so now is your chance to grab all those vitamins and minerals, in carrots, potatoes, celery, broccoli, cauliflower, cabbage, onions, summer squash, fresh cut beans, corn right off the cob, and whatever else you want to put in the soup--I have no recipe, that doesn't look right for the spelling of recipe, I haven't cooked since 1989, so I haven't seen that word much since I became an attorney, got divorced, and decided that I had done as much good or destruction as I could up to this point in my children's lives, so dad gets an end to his 15 year vacation . . . the kids need money now, not someone to watch them, so, your career wins, by about $60,000 per year, or until I get through law school. 

Every time my kids came to me and said, I don't feel good, it was time for chicken soup, summer, spring, winter, or fall . . . the total cure all!  Power pack those veggies and chicken meat and broth, into their small systems, that have to tough out playground, pre-school, and school exposure, from other little ones who seem to be sponges for everything that can ail a body, perhaps, to slowly inoculate them, one disease at a time, so when they are adults, they can save up their sick leave and convert it to vacation time, a better use of a day off, in my humble opinion, or cash it in at the end of your stay at that particular job, getting enough for a few months break before you have to go to the next job.  Chicken soup, was always the first attempt at stopping a cold, flu, sore throat, or about anything.  You have heard of the popular book and lecture series, Chicken Soup for the Soul, or anything else . . . well, that is because there really is something to the concoction, I will attest to that!

Broth, Natural, Purchased, Cubed, Plus All the Herbs in Your Cupboard

Yesterday, I had a box of chicken broth, the broth my chicken was cooked in, then I added, about 6 cubes of chicken broth, the dried kind--I like a powerful, soup that will knock the socks off any disease or foreign agent that is starting to invade my body, the ones I love, or the ones I am responsible for taking care of--my landlord, is a cool old Marine, we can talk for hours, and both have a passion for politics, and other shared interests, but he beat the hell out of his body, and has to use two canes, to walk.  He is 79 years old, but really seems about 59, but for the canes--he has to use two to walk, which always throws me for a loop; therefore, there is ulterior motives in getting him healthy, I can imagine benefits for both of us, chicken soup, is magic and has cartilage from the bones of the chicken; therefore, Dr. Secrist, diagnoses his tendinitis as the root of the disease says, ten, as in tension, so his tendons are under stress and that can kill.

After I made my diagnosis, and thought of a few other things that might help with the tension . . . he informed me that was exactly what the doctor told him to do, the chicken soup, that is . . .  I told him that grapes, pomegranates, and I think walnuts are also good for joints and tendons.  He lifted up a bag of pineapple bits, and said these are good too . . . looks like we are reading the benefits about the same and equally motivated. That is always good, you can lead a horse or cowboy to water, but you can't make them drink.  I haven't expressed the other part of what I think his therapy should consist off.  I don't want to abuse the elderly, so I better wait until the chicken soup starts to kick in . . . dammit, I don't know why I have to be so logical and ethical.  I could tell him that God told me he was to . . . but he was raised a Quaker, and I might be breaking some Quaker code of conduct, or maybe there is some Marine deal I am overlooking--they are usually pretty wild, so?

Next is the herbs--there is something in the Mormon Religion, called the Word of Wisdom, or a code of health . . . that states that herbs are given for the healing of man, so I went through all his herbs, and blasted the soup with every last one, oregano, parsley, cumin, paprika, basil, dried parsley, red cyane pepper, curry powder, bay leafs, herb mixes, etc.  I don't measure, I just open the lids and start to shake that little herb can or bottle and dump whatever . . . it always tastes great.  The final touch is to add salt and pepper.  I made a huge Crock Pot full, enough to last the two or three of us, a few days . . . spooks may have come in last night . . . and tried my soup, I noticed the counter had some of the soup residual on the counter, and I know when I went to bed, the counters were clean, with salt and pepper shakers, a spoon to dish up the soup, and crackers . . . so if he went to his ranch, the front light was still on, and so was the front room light, and the van was gone, so who in the hell, messed up my counter top?  So, there you have it, wonder soup!

God is sending me a message, through the music I am listening to . . . Part-Time Lovers . . . I'm game, if we can get rid of the canes!  It is Sunday, I skipped church, but, hey, I am all ears . . .