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English: Kentucky Fried Chicken soup in Indonesia. Chicken pieces and vegetables in chicken broth soup. This kinds of soup actually a typical Indonesian "sayur sop" (chicken vegetable soup), contains chicken, carrot, potato, green bean, onion and celery. Bahasa Indonesia: Sup Ayam Kentucky Fried Chicken di Indonesia. Sup yang umum ditemukan dalam masakan Indonesia, yaitu potongan ayam dan sayuran seperti wortel, kentang, buncis, bawang, dan seledri dalam kuah kaldu ayam. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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5 Large Onions diced Chicken Fat (or oil) 2-3 stalks of raw celery 1 large box Ritz Crackers (or 1 large and 1 small) 2 eggs 1 -14 oz. can chicken broth 4 T. butter pepper to taste
Recipe
In a large skillet, over medium-high heat, warm the chicken fat or oil then fry the onions, stirring frequently, until they are very brown, at least 20 minutes. Turn the heat down to medium after the onions have wilted and become golden.
Meanwhile, crush the Ritz crackers in your hands so the largest pieces are no bigger than a nickel.
In a large mixing bowl, combine the browned onions, the crushed crackers, and the diced celery. Toss well.
In a small bowl, beat the eggs to mix well, then beat in the pepper and 1/2 cup of the chicken broth. Pour the mixture over the cracker mixture and mix very well again.
Pack stuffing into a 2-quart casserole or soufflé dish – not too tightly.
Bake in a preheated 350-degree oven for 1 1/2 hours.
Hey all of you radio listeners out there and Joan Hamburg fans.............
To me she seems like the nicest lady and she has the best tips for visiting New York City.
Listening to her every Saturday morning but usually on the podcast as the time frame from New York to San Diego is always unattainable.
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My goal is to go to her holiday dinner at Sardi's--maybe next year.
Here is an easy way to get chicken broth and fat.
In San Diego we have plenty of produce stores with chicken at a pretty good buy. Purchase about six legs or thighs or drumsticks.
Cover the chicken in water and cook on a low heat with a lid that fits inside of the pan--so the steam and condensation do not drain all over the stove.
Watch a show for about an hour.........adjust the heat accordingly on your particular stove so it does not boil over but simmers at a very low boil.
I just love Perry Mason in the morning.
Turn the chicken over after about 30 minutes.
The chicken really only takes about 30 mins to cook after it gets going but I just like to put it on low so I do not have to look at it and I do it often so I know the number to put on my stove.
So after an hour just turn off the heat and let it cool.
Seriously, I used to think making homemade chicken noodle soup was such a big deal but once I started making chicken for the baby it became very simple--anything is simple if you do it a few times a week.
After a while I realized the homemade chicken made very delicious broth and chicken without any seasoning at all.
So once it cools and eventually place it in the fridge and the next day plenty of chicken fat will be on the top to use for flavor or frying--just spoon it off the top--even if it has liquid with it the liquid will evaporate quickly in the frying pan.
I just did it so often I got it down to a science and the chicken is perfect for chicken salad sandwiches or to add to other dishes.
There are only a few bones to remove that are large as opposed to picking the meat off a whole chicken with tiny bones.
I hope this works for you--it is basically just boiling a chicken slow--early in the day or on the back of the stove while you are cooking something else because it does take a while to cool and the chicken is more tender if it cooks slowly.
Marginalized for the negative stereotypes assigned to their breed, individual dogs are left to suffer. Take Fifty the Pit Bull, for example. Fifty was rescued by a loving family in Chicago when he was a small pup. He was known for being a sweet and happy dog, but in 2007 something terrible happened.
Sweet Fifty lost two of his legs after being shot by a police officer for rooting around in someone’s trash. The person who shot Fifty thought he was dangerous just because of his breed.
Fifty’s family couldn’t afford the expensive treatment he needed after suffering economic hardship, so they had no choice but to leave him in a shelter in Chicago. Unfortunately, it had a staggeringly high kill rate. Fifty was able to avoid euthanasia afterDoberman Rescue Plus heard of his story and took him into their care.
After bouncing around a few foster homes, a Pit Bull lover named Kelly Michael adopted him. The two bonded practically overnight, and Fifty’s doing great in her care!
Kelly is just the type of guardian that Fifty needs. She has experience working as a holistic and integrative medicine vet, so she was perfectly suited to help Fifty overcome his injuries. Here he is getting water exercise sessions to help manage his injuries.
She even helped Fifty get a prosthetic back leg, so he can run around again!
Fifty has quite the appetite for treats and other goodies. Kelly is sure to keep him well supplied. Yum, doggie doughnuts!
Fifty is kind and especially gentle. Look at him giving smooches to this much tiny dog!
This handsome fellow also travels with Michael to educate people about Pit Bull stereotypes and myths, advocating for the breed.
Kelly says that she knew Fifty was her soul mate from the moment they met. After seeing this picture, who would disagree?
Fifty’s story inspired Michael to fight until everyone loves and respects Pit Bulls as much as she does. With the help of smiling, wonderful Fifty, we are sure that they’ll be able to change many, many minds and hearts.
Fifty’s story may have started tragically, but we can rest easy in the knowledge that he’s found a loving guardian that will give him everything he could ever want. We can all play our part to help other Pit Bulls like Fifty by dispelling myths about these dogs whenever possible. Sharing this post is a great place to start! The more people who get to know the dogs rather than the stereotypes, the better!
To keep up with Fifty and his awesome mom, follow them on Facebook, here.
I’ve shared a home with my cat Milhouse for over seven years, and I still find myself asking, “Why are you doing that?” at least once a week. Many times, this question pops up in the kitchen, where he has some odd habits he has picked up over the years. He hasn’t answered me yet, but a cat lady can dream. And in those dreams, this is how he explains himself.
1. Drinking from the Faucet
Which would you choose: water that has been sitting in a bowl on the floor overnight, or fresh, cool, clean water flowing from the faucet? I’ll also point out that the choice became even easier when you acquired the dog and I was forced to share a communal water dish with her. She stinks and she splashes water everywhere with her disgusting slurping. In this indoor prison you’ve trapped me in for life, faucet water is the closest I’ll ever get to the wild, tumbling rivers my ancestors once drank from. Don’t begrudge me that.
2. Lounging on Top of the Cabinets
Why do I hang out in that space between the top of the kitchen cabinets and the ceiling, you ask? Well, I could turn it around and ask you a few questions. Like why do you do so many terrifying things? Turning on the vacuum? Pointless. It obviously doesn’t work if you have to do it again a few days later. Bringing home a mini-person who squawks and stinks worse than the dog? Don’t get it. (Side note: Why on earth are you teaching him how to walk on his own?)
But the worst of all is when you move me from one indoor prison to another — it’s not like I enjoy being in prison, but at least my space was my own. I don’t think you realize how long it takes to rub my face and body against every vertical surface of a new place. Let me wallow in misery alone on top of the cabinets, please.
Speaking of moving, thank you for at least moving to a city with an active population of giant cockroaches that sometimes fly. How exciting! It really adds an element of surprise to my evenings to occasionally chase them around, play with them, and let them scuttle away, free.
What? No, it’s your job to kill them. That’s why I sit and stare under the fridge for so long in that intent and creepy way. I’m telling you so you can go get the shoe ready. Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.
Just kidding. I’m not sorry.
4. Setting Oven Timers
You say I walk across the oven and push the buttons, which beep in a loud and irritating way. I say you’re right — the beeping is really annoying. Can’t you do something about that?
All right, there was that one time an oven timer went off at 3:00 in the morning and I know you blame me. But trust me, I was framed. A giant flying cockroach did it.
5. Chewing on Green Onions, Leeks, and Other Alliums
You never let me indulge in one of my favorite hobbies: chewing on the green onions, chives, and leeks you bring home. That’s why I have to do sneaky things like stick my head in the fridge when you open it to gnaw on the leeks you have sitting on the shelf, or prowl around when the CSA box is delivered, in case you leave the green onions unattended. Look, I know alliums can be toxic for cats, but you don’t see me knocking your wine glass off the table or hiding your coffee beans under the couch. You have your vices, I have mine.
Let me get this straight. You want to place a folded pile of soft, clean fabric in a basket in a room where every other surface is cold and hard, right in the spot where the sun shines in and makes everything all cozy — and you don’t want me to take a nap on it? Not even during the hours and hours when you are out of the house and I am home alone? Riiiiiiiiight. Good luck with that.
